Good Morning – provided, of course, you are dropping by in the morning. If not, and in the after noon you’ve clicked by, then Good Day to you.
It is Sunday. The day of expectations. NFL games loom. The College play-offs, if that is what they are, have been booked – during which I fell asleep last night. I was fortunate. I turned it off before crashing. Last but not the least, NASCAR will decide upon their yearly Champion today.
The mew dog is showing signs of intelligence – at weeks and five days. No stools to thread among in the midnight hours last night during the trips to the bath. No whineyheimer to join me in the bed. I still woke early (3:00am) thinking I’d hear the whiney.
I hadn’t I realized. But refreshed, I thought I would work on a project or two and so reached for my britches. Yanking them toward me, as I sat on bedside, the britches felt heavy and went clunk when they hit the floor. Investigation revealed I had committed an error last night retiring. I’d place the britches on the floor and the puppy having little choice is performing bonding maneuvers he sought my scents and crawled into one of the legs of my britches.
I think he bounced only once when I yanked. But he didn’t whine. Intelligent dog.
I’ve had a number of photo’s lined up waiting for use. Some event yet unrealized to be shared. So there follow three. The world as one might wish it; the world as one might imagine it, and the world as the “civilized” live it.
For certain all are worlds of diversity.
From the reaches,