Dear Hearts and Gentle People,
Franklin feels better today. He's eating supper as I type, but I gave him a reduced amount of kibble.
Sadly, last night's rain filled Lake Junebug. The dogs can't potty without splahing across the lake. It took quite a while to convince Penelope that it was safe.
I offer praise to Favorite Young Man for the furnace repair. My son is one of my favorite companions. He's so intelligent. I enjoy discussing politics and books with him. Many of our conversations consist of recommending documentaries to one another.
I also appreciate that I know I'm safe because of my son. He protects me.
I have a lot of editing to do--which is always a good, happy problem--so you probably won't hear from me again until Nov. 7 when I announce the winner in my Battle of the Bands.
If I didn't respond to your comment on my most recent post or haven't left a comment on your blog, it isn't because I don't care about you. My time is limited; furthermore, of late Blogger has said, Yes, you may comment here, but No, you may not answer here. We are slaves to Blogger.
Franklin and Penelope are good friends. It makes me happy. We love our little girl.
Please sing us out, Alanis. I don't think I've ever mentioned my fondness for your music.
Infinities of love,