My female dog just came up and pushed the door open to my studio to see what I was doing. She's kind of Houdini-like, and knows how to get in and out of her crate, and open most doors. Sometimes I look around for her, calling her and running up the stairs, then hear something at the front door and open it to see her sitting there, exasperated, looking like: "I knocked, what's wrong with you?" She isn't supposed to get out of the back yard, but that evidently is just a formality.
I hope Congress doesn't think they're heroes because they passed this terrible deal that is satisfying to no one. It's like children expecting you to have amnesia when they finally get up off the floor after a tantrum and act cooperatively. The whole show leaves residual anger and a bad taste in the mouth. I really don't want to see or hear any of them for a long while. I mean, with your kids, you forgive, but these are supposed to be adults.
Tomorrow I go on a visit with my best friend, and I'm so looking forward to it. I hope to avoid the news in every way possible. I just want the REAL news: what is happening with my friend, and connecting again. That's how I get along in this crazy world.
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