Wednesday, May 27, 2009

May 25th

May 25,
I love whoever thought of Memorial Day. Of course, I was up with the dogs again, about 5:30. Spent time socializing, and howling with them, which they are beginning to make a morning ritual. This obviously does not go down well with Jim and James, but I think it is a good time. The boys just love the attention, Samantha lays nearby, and Freya cuddles up to my left side and gnaws on Demon when he comes near. Despite my wound, my bathroom and the house needs cleaning, so I get to work on the shower. The cut stings abominably, but at least it too is clean. No germs could have possibly survived the bleaching…

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