~that someone leads us back to Bailey, miraculously after a month. Some friends "accidentally" took her home after a party, or someone else spotted her in the woods, caring for a three-legged puppy. Yeah, those are both really weird. But it's a recurrent theme.
And some mornings I still move to feed her first, and curse at my habitualness for doing so. Or the other day I saw a chocolate lab in the street and drove straight, instead of turning right, to get a closer look, knowing that it was going to be Socks, the one who wanders, but having to check anyway. (It was Socks.)
It's exhausting, this stuff.
Anyway, I love your exchanges with Bruckner. He never comments on my posts but then again I don't have a history of witnessing him
Today I feel like we're at the top of the downslope. The children's last day of school, K.Lo with an early dismissal. Reindeer cookies and raspberry bars to be baked over the next 24 for a cookie exchange tomorrow eve with bookclub. Last night was the kids' church pageant and they, too, triumphed! I mean, there's nothing to be done about K.Lo's surly scowl throughout, but total points for participation. N.Lo's enthusiasm and over-enunciation balances it all out.
Also, I secretly wish for some snow. Love to you in your dwindling days on the island!