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MacCarthy

Well, one week later, MacCarthy is going back to the agency.

Our vet visit this week did not go well, and MacCarthy is needing care, and the agency wishes him back.

I’m so sorry, as I’m a bit in love with this little guy.  But just the same, I also am happy that this is happening now and not later, after I grow even more attached.

He will have a great home with my agency contact, who is going to keep him himself.

And once again, now with a big box of things from Chewy.com, I’m in the market for a little guy or gal to be my canine companion….

Sunday ends

First Sunday of Lent, and the Great Litany in Procession.

A long nap instead of lunch.

Phone visit with a dear and long-time friend.

Three hours of work at the office.

A pleasant recital at 4 in Moore Auditorium.

Two loads of laundry.

Steak and baked potato for dinner.

Evening Prayer for Lent I.

Samson is now needing attention and pampering.  My fireplace calls.

And so another Sunday ends.

Samson barks

One evening back in October, I had, upon arriving home, spoken a long voice memo into my iPhone, recapping things I’d thought of on the short drive from school.

Thinking I had hit the red stop button, I set the phone down on the kitchen table.  And I proceeded to have a conversation with Samson the Feist whilst unloading the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen sink.

Samson was certainly voluble.  And the phone was still recording.

This may also incriminate me, but it’s too fun not to share, so share I will.

Listen and enjoy!