My girl is not feeling great.
And two nights in a row with long meetings are behind me now.
The beautiful Gilla has accepted the puppy on her own terms. This morning I watched while she batted clothes pins off a shelf (everything is on a shelf these days out of Marta’s sharp little teeth)- one pin at a time down to you-know-who.
Tomorrow the list is long. Lots of work, all of it good. Until then, Good night!