Internets have been sketchy tonight. Some sites fine, others time out. DDoS's may be in the air. Boo.
Eleanor came home a bit before 4 and we (=mostly she) reconnected our dryer to the vent to the outside.
Zoey's loose as I speak. We hope she shows up for breakfast, as she usually does.
Tasha's on a new med that is supposed to settle down her wakey-whiney tendencies as she heads toward Planet Senile. It will take 60 days to know for sure. She's been sleeping at my feet for over an hour, so that's a good start.
Love and sympathies to urbpan
, one of whose foster pups had a sudden and instant setback and has romped over Rainbow Bridge. We feel that pain as palpably as that of this Life Well Lived down at my feet.
Tomorrow brings our 26th anniversary, dinner out, no fixed work commitments for either of us, and I pray far less in the world of Broken.