Thursday, March 28, 2019
6:52 p.m.

Oh, whoopee! Another storm is coming in. I guess March has to go out like a lion.

Wait. Didn't March come IN like a lion?

Hmmm. This may require some investigation.

Yeah, I'll get right on that. Sure thing.
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7:32 p.m.

It's hard to type with a dog on your boob. Just sayin'.
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Ah! Molly has moved on. She's barking in the kitchen, which probably means that the next round of in-and-out is about to commence.

Did I mention my theory that dogs are really just four-legged toddlers?

If I could just train her to shut the door when she comes back in, we'd save a ton of time and I might actually get something done around here.
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I think I'm about to get back on a liquid diet for a few days. Food and I are not getting along at all. Ow!

I'll see my doctor in May when I go home. Dentist, too. Whoo hoo. In the meantime, everything I eat is an experiment. I may end up on tuna, cottage cheese and saltines. Sounds delicious, right? But they don't make me want to cry, so there's that.
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There are a lot of people participating in Lent right now, and giving up something they enjoy for 40 days. I haven't done anything like that in years-- I'm not a practicing...er… anything, these days. Like Fox Mulder, I WANT to believe. Like Dana Scully, I'm skeptical. But I did have hope that some people might give up being hateful and spiteful and selfish for Lent this year.

Nope.

I remember a song we used to sing in church when I was a kid. "And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love, they will know we are Christians by our love."

I wish.
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I'm more and more inclined to believe a storm is coming, because Molly is going nuts today, and I hurt like I've been hit by a truck.

I hope we're both wrong. I am over snow. WAY over.
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I'm not thinking much today, apparently. Maybe tomorrow. Have a good night!

(With no snow!)

Ta ta!