Today is a holiday. Every effing thing is closed. For me, that includes WalMart, Target, the post office and probably FedEx and UPS. Nobody will be delivering anything, either.
Do you hear that? Me, either. It’s almost creepy silent around here. That’s fine by me. I don’t celebrate, anyway.
Roger was buried in the backyard where we plant the zinnias he always loved so much. For now Tigger has built a cairn over his shallow grave to prevent inquisitive wee beasties from disrupting him.
I’m done crying, but my nose keeps running, anyway. Somebody catch it, please!