It's been a rough week. I've been working on this special order and having trouble. It's as if grief is shooting through my fingers and making everything I touch go wrong. Note the pile of failures. I have hopes that this last one will work. Truman's absence permeates the whole house.I had a good month selling. I blame this on what Molly and I impetuously did the other day. She located a kennel on the internet that had a litter of Irish Terriers. It's in the Ozarks. We ordered a puppy who'll arrive next Saturday. Maybe money can buy happiness.
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