My Own Personal Grey

And it only just started….

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It’s 11 am and I’m finally finishing off my breakfast and having coffee. Took Bella with me to the Mailbox, bank, gas station, pet store and then home, totally forgetting to eat anything until we got back. Bella didn’t mind though: she got dog “cookies,” a yellow teddy bear to tear up, and a squeaky tennis ball to maul. She’s now lying in a patch of sunlight in the pilot house. I’m… staring at my computer as usual and getting ready to write a check for “earnest money” for the house. Bella plainly has the more-fun life. (But I get the house.)

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