Good morning, all! Another day of the McGlinnventory and then my schedule changes. My editing plans have fallen through so I'm off to the NYPL on the continual scrapbook search and I want to look at a few folksong collections.
I received a sad email from my neighbor Judy, who keeps an eye on the apartment when I'm away. The adorable boxer who barks too much in the apartment above me is dying from cancer. I doubt that's the reason the Oaf is moving, but I'm wondering if his unhappness and anger over the dog's situation isn't being directed at me. This answers a few questions I've been formulating, like why I haven't heard him walking the dog or why I haven't heard the excited clatter of paws and claws on the floor. I'm not sorry the Oaf is leaving but I am really sorry that beautiful and friendly boxer is suffering.
DR Ginny, I've been pondering your fashion dilemma and I think that the easiest solution to your pants problem, until you have lost a little more weight, is to buy a red clown nose. It will be cheaper than clothes and suitable for any occasion.
