Fa-shun. The perks of being single. The cause of being single? Too close to tell.
Dogsitting. Beckham would literally play fetch until he died if you let him. It’s why he was put on this earth. Perhaps what keeps the earth turning. He’s that serious about his craft.
Roxy likes the finer things in life. Like laying splay-legged while chewing on her rawhide or wanting special attention and a butt scratch. Apparently they were both really depressed when I departed. I could only stay the afternoon since I was having serious allergy problems. Bad enough I went straight into the shower and used eye drops and everything. Why must I be auto-immune/allergic to everything I love. (gluten, dairy, corn, DOGS…)
I finally read all of the Tom Ripley books. There are no more. The author is dead. This makes me sad.