Not much to say

Well, actually, plenty to say but not much time. Here, look at these.

I squish you.

You squish me.

It all works out somehow.

(That’s J, the dog, and Rocky, the feline love of my life [but don’t tell Izzy and Biddy], in my lap. Where they spend most evenings, if I’ll let them.) (Life is good.)

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