A week ago some people took my grey tiger shorthair, Buster, from the convenience store where he liked to sit by the door and act as "The Greeter".
Right now he is curled up on my fuzzy pink bathrobe at the foot of my bed. He's fine.
I'm happy.
My best friend's daughter called. After 6 miscarriages, she's pregnant. The doctor at the high-risk pregnancy center found 2 heartbeats. If you pray, remember Amanda and Kyle; they want children so.
School term ends Friday. Giving a test tomorrow and final exams on Friday.
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