Anchor Struck

Jude and I are in an extraordinary stretch to get not only our own firewood up before the rains return in two months, but ten cords we’ve sold to others.  I can’t even find time to bitch about Trump.  That’s when you know for certain that you’re too busy.

Fifty years ago this summer I was in boot camp metamorphosing from a mere mortal into a U.S. Marine.  Until I can find the time to write you the posts you deserve, please relive those days with me by reading this, this and this.

In all this busy-ness, we’ve had a smiling nod from the universe.  Although we weren’t looking for another dog as we properly grieved Slinkee’s death, we had one dropped in our lap.  Meet Katoo.  Much more on her soon.