It’s been chilly the last couple
of nights. Frosty, even! I haven’t turned on the heat yet, though, and Frances would like everyone to know that that’s dog abuse. It’s below the Pit Bull Freezing Point.
The best gift I have given is a key chane I gave to my dad
Late last night I got tired of dysentery and death on the Oregon Trail and switched to reading Nancy Drew. This was tucked into Password to Larkspur Lane.
I didn’t make it a full 24 hours. Sometime after 2am I fell asleep mid-word.