Monday, February 5, 2018

The dog and I



Sketch is 15, so he doesn't have too many years left. If still reasonably mobile after he passes, I hope we can take a long train trip in mourning and transition, return, and Harriet wants to get a cat.

With luck, all this is a few years down the shaking American decaying road.

Need a good week on the novel for my morale.


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