neonvincent

Thursday, I had to stop for a flock of wild turkeys crossing the road a mile from my house. The last time I did that was more than a decade ago, when I lived in the Irish Hills. That really was the country. The village I live now just pretends to be, as it is completely surrounded by the Detroit suburbs in Oakland County.

Friday, one of our dachshunds got out. My wife and i looked and called, but there was no response. My wife asked "how could a dog go so far so fast?" I told her "because someone picked him up, that's how." Sure enough, that's what happened. My wife called the nearest animal hospital a mile and a half away, and the dog had been dropped off there. We immediately went there to pick him up.

Saturday, the power went out. It came back on after an hour and a half, but it threw off the rest of my day. I was still making up for my disrupted Coffee Party work last night.

Fortunately, nothing eventful happened Sunday. My wife and I needed the rest.