Our daily constitutional made it 18 feet into the yard and pitched camp.
I'm bewildered by how much I miss the girls during the day, how much I enjoy them when we're together, and how very sweet the post-bedtime part of night is.
Short, but true! I don't feel super hot tonight, so I'm off to read and listen to Wheat's show on the Current.
I did pick up the slack with new pictures today, though.
Day eighty one.
Abby was made for hats.
The yard is a perfect spot for key-spotting.
Squinty McGee and Flapjack...two life-loving hobos on another whirlwind adventure!
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