“People have a way of telling you what they think you wanna hear — anytime I don’t know something and I ask somebody, I usually know less about it after I ask them.”— Bob Dylan

As I print this I also have Mello pawing me to let her lick my hand. It’s meaningful to Mello, I believe, but I tend to avoid it. Usually she wins.

Fred, on the other hand, doesn’t lick my hand, but he barks continuously when I’m on the other side of the fence doing the back driveway walk with Mello.

I’m guessing the neighbors on either side are not excited about Fred’s barking. Mello doesn’t complain when I take Fred around the block. Mello is pretty confined to the back yard and the space outside the fence. She avoids street activity. However she pays attention to it from the window that borders our driveway. That’s Mello’s land.

Fred, being a boy, seems to be required to relieve himself on numerous occasions on our walks around the block. By the end of it, he’s dry.

Mello is now lying on the couch beside me. It’s 8 p.m. and that is about it for Mello. Fred is napping quietly behind me.

As for world news, I tend to avoid it. I am planning on one of the two running for President to be re-elected.

I’ve stopped listening to the news, and that has been a welcome relief. I have a feeling the world has gone wrong, at least in our part of it.

Echo and Ptolme, the two cats, are still with us. The cats are restricted for now to indoor movement. That will last ‘til spring.

Lydia, our daughter called minutes ago. She’s now schooling in Winona where she dwells at St Mary’s. What she describes doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, but nothing seems to make much sense to me anymore.