Blursday: And another week begins

Megan says it's Blursday. Ain't that the truth.

It's a grey Monday and even the dog is not moving. Usually by this time, I would have petted him 30 times, sworn at him (gently) 29 times, taken him out three times, and pulled 463 things out of his mouth. Wow. 

So, today's missive is short and nonpoetic, because there was an assignment to write and post for my kiddos and I've got a virtual flute lesson to teach in three minutes.

Let's let Toby stay right where he is. He seems happy. Sometimes you just have to put your head under the cabinets to get closer to the heater.

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