Sunday, April 10, 2005

Winter is a grinding on...

Maybe all the seasons have slud, as in we have already had a brief, drought-threatening spring/summer, and are back to winter. (Lyrics from an old Jefferson Airplane song: "Summer had inhaled and held its breath too long/ Winter hung on as if it never had gone")
Sunday has also slud by, spent in laundry, exercising, herding chickens, baking cookies and other such sundry activities. I'm getting close to roasting the stupid little dog next door, which has been barking all day, since about 7:45 this morning, now sounding like a smoke alarm going bad. Neighbors' dogs.... one of the unsung causes of murder.

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