Another week has run away. Left me in the dust.
Maybe it’s just me, but time seems to have sped up and each time I look up, a week, two weeks, a month is gone. Now, it’s November. So soon. And the election is next Tuesday. Garry is in New York. I’m here in the house. With the dogs who obviously wish Big Daddy Doglegs would come home. Because mom isn’t nearly as much fun.
I got some interesting portraits of Gibbs this morning. He’s fuzzy. A bit grubby. A trifle matted if you look really closely, but he is 100% cute, with a weird factor of 9 out of 10.
And today, for some reason, he reminds me of “poor Larry Talbot … “the Wolfman.” He’s got a werewolf face, doesn’t he?