Friday, December 30, 2005

canyon lake

The fountain works.

The stuff we cleared out of the garden is all bagged.

The dog's crate is back in the car.

He is lying on the floor next to me. I assume he is having dreams of the deer that he has encountered, and all the smells that he examined on our walks. He is a peaceful little lamb.

I am tired and happy. I hate to leave family and the sunshine and cool, warm breezes.

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