It's about 10 a.m. and I'm sitting here at the computer finishing up my morning rituals -- crossword puzzle, wordle, Facebook, writing an email, and scanning the PDN. All I really look at is the obits, any local news I find interesting (usually not much), Pickles, and Dear Abby. Abby's letters often have me wondering...why don't these people use common sense and tell whoever is causing them grief to go jump in the lake. But it's always fun to write Dear Abby. I've done it myself, maybe twice, but darned if I can remember the first time. The last letter I wrote was totally dumb. Asked her if she thought very many families ate their dinner meal together at the table anymore. It did generate some comments.
I'm dog sitting today. Lola is at my feet while her mama prepares to move to the Vintage apartment complex in Sequim.
She's bored but I've told her that's just the way life is in this building a lot of the time. haha I'll take her outside to pee once I finish this post. She'll have to be by herself for an hour this afternoon when I go see a doctor. Or is he a P.A.? I don't know. If you can even get in to a doctor these days, it's always somebody different. Whatever.This helps explain all the traffic in this town now -- and all the people I see but don't know. It's a different town than the one of my youth.
Great photo of A&W! Sometimes still refer to that area as "A&W hill".
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