I think the cat, Breezie, has assimilated herself into the family quite nicely. Ziva won’t let just anyone hug her tail like that. I can of course, because she loves me most.

Now, about Hood River … that’s been delayed until tomorrow because too many things happened today that kept us from getting on the road before noon, as planned. But, that’s OK. It’s been raining all day and it would have been a miserable drive. Tomorrow is supposed to be nice so, hopefully, it won’t drench us on the way. I hate being drenched, unless it’s in an infinity pool.

I spent most of today all alone. Diane desserted me early this morning to go help the other church ladies with their quilts, so I had to think of things to do all by myself. That’s not always a good thing. Often I wind up injuring myself in some weird way and have to drive myself to the emergency room for stitches. When Diane’s home, she just slaps a bandaid on my wounds and tells me to get over it and get back to work. I’ve learned that I heal about as good with a bandaid as I do with stitches, and the bandaid is far more tolerable.

Jeff took the big dogs home with him this afternoon. They love going there to visit with our beautiful grand daughters, Tiana, Gilligan, Baylee, and Jerrie Anne. On the plus side, for the little ones, Ziva views them as her responsibility and will not let anyone mess with them. Heather said she could just leave their front door open all night long and wouldn’t be afraid of anyone trying to get into the house. We know what she means. Ziva’s very devoted. Since Panzee follows Ziva’s lead, she’s devoted, too.

I’m at a total loss about what else to write about so guess my brain has been sufficiently drained enough to allow me to sleep peacefully tonight. We’ll see how that goes.