He’s a great dog, and always seems to know when we are stressed, since he puts his head right next to our hands for pets.
If only he wasn’t coprophagic (he loves to eat poop, so clearing the yard is a much-required chore), then maybe his surprise farts wouldn’t destroy the room he’s in.
After a couple days at home, the kids are well enough to go back to school, and I’m back to my mail route.
I would have posted my progress yesterday (8 pages in all in 3 different stories) but I had fallen asleep at my desk. This is depressingly common during week nights when I try to cram in my writing time.
Hopefully, the shift will be an easy one and the 12 mile walk will go by quickly.
Swift's Corner 