jiggety jig

Home again, home again. Boston is now with me full time as the old farts who keep calling me "inappropriate" got tired of picking up his "mistakes." They have wall-to-wall and I have hardwood floors and this dog makes me so happy I don't mind waking up early to walk him. Yes, I can walk now after my last hip replacement. Some day soon I expect to jog behind him as he sniffs and squats. He's always been a "weenie" but when he smells another dog's pee, he raises his leg like a real dog, and it makes me laugh (inside). I've started writing again. but it became totally obsessive and it was scary, almost. I keep making little notes to myself and piling them on my messy desk.