What is this dog
complaining about?
—from my
Doodle-a-Day calendar
Serious emergency: our huggable rabbit has an
ashy face. Amost call
9-1-1 is hardly a solution.
Any ideas?
What if my journal from 1979 met my iPhone
app diary from the day before yesterday?
Would they be fast friends and
giddily catch up on all of the gossip?
Would I be indifferent at
their even meeting?
That wasn’t romantic.
At all.
Unlike our dinner and its
resplendent berry crisp
at the Calistoga Inn.
We’d
better go soon.
I perked up a bit after some guy gave me a
at the base of my skull.
It was pretty windy.
And there were lots and lots of mountains
after we purchased the little cork candles
and sipped our favorite muscat.
