Around here, They are saying how cold it is. Of course, They mean outside, because in here it is nice and toasty. The sun came through the window after lunch, and I have been lying in it since then, until it just now went away. She was watching me, and seemed glad that I was so very pleased with that sun-spot. She didn't even make me help Her with chores. So while I rested and wiggled around, They were working on The Problem. You probably know what that is. It is the end of the month, and He has to make sure all the bank numbers come out just right for His mother's place before this month is over. She says She didn't work this hard when He was out of work and they had to pay their bills. That was way before we knew them, of course, and you, too, I bet. Only this is backward.
Talking about that gets me tired out, and I am really well-rested from my sunbeam nap, so I will talk about something else. She is happy for Her PoetryGirl, because PG is the star of a poetry show. And Smudge'sGirl learned how to drive. Another thing She likes is that Her OperaGirl and Her OzGirl are having fun together. Another happy thing is that Deena'sGirl is now married for as long as Kasey and I are alive, and Deena'sMom is going to see them pretty soon. It's all good.
So I will go check out the kitchen now. Bone-a Serra.
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