It Was 62 Degrees This Morning

It was 62 degrees this morning when I took the dog for his walk, and almost no humidity. I actually experienced pleasure in the weather.

Soon I will be having my first fall in Fayetteville since 1994. I cannot wait. Fall in Fayetteville is just one beautiful day after the next. (Seven more weeks of summer.)

Meanwhile yesterday night I pulled a tooth out of the dog's mouth and was freaking out, thinking he had somehow broken a tooth. (He loves to dig up rocks from under the deck and chew on them, and I don't always notice in time to stop him.) But this morning upon closer examination it was clear he'd just shed a baby tooth. Horrible little dog.

I spent all yesterday dealing with Dr. Skull's medical issues, though I did also manage to take some boxes to recycling. It's such a production, because you have to flatten the boxes -- cut them up so they'll lie flat -- first. But I cleared out most of the boxes that had been piling up in the garage, waiting for the weather to cool so that I could stand to work out there.

Today I plan to do nothing but write and read. Oh, and do the laundry. And the dishes. And maybe run to the library.

The dog about to take a big bite of my leg