After an incredibly horrid three weeks, I'm able to write. Computer was corrupted (didn't realize my computer was masquerating as a politician!), we were without AC over the three-day Memorial Day weekend (during which time, the temps were in the mid-90s--this is Florida). Friend Hubby picked that particular Sunday to break his shoulder. Got off the computer, side-stepped around the fan, and Bam! fell, breaking his right shoulder. (Of course, he's right-handed.) Ambulance ride to the hospital. Then, the following Saturday (less than a week later), back to the ER for cellulitis. (One of the women working the ER looked at us and said something like, "Weren't you just here?" "Yeah," I told her. "We're still waiting to get out of here!" She didn't quite believe us. Then, Monday, sometime between 4:30 and 6:30 a.m., our beloved dog died. She was 16 years old, a beautiful blond Cocker Spaniel. I loved that wonderful dog...
Life will go on. I will still write. But Friend Hubby and I have lost a wonderful friend.


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