Our canine Houdini was plunked on his haunches just a few paces away from the door, his butt planted patiently in my regular parking space, waiting for me.
Month: January 2010
Catatonia Becomes Her
I shoulda known it. Brag about getting off easy with a cold and it is guaranteed to come back and bite you in the ass. Consider my ass bitten. Gnawed on, even, for good measure. Obviously I’m still very much alive and scuffling along. In fact, the snifflies are on their way out, though I’m…