10.01.01 :: 9:34 pm
Dog snores in next room.
My Boy got a haircut all hottie-tottie-style, sticking up, itty sideburns, cutie pie he's gettin' some, poor thing, all bruised and lovebitten.
This is what's great about the time right now: flannel and soup. A good clean cold breeze and the Stoosh dog warms my feet.
All these fuzzy feelings are so not like me. Have I been dosed?