Good morning. I need to box up Jake in a few minutes. He’s going to the vet for a rabies shot.
I hope I get over my ugly feelings, soon. They are beating me down.
This week, with any luck, I will get to work on the personal histories that are calling to me. There is no one else to do it, and I’m not going to live forever. So it has to be me.
What the heck...there are only three....