We're right smack in the middle of Indian Summer - just when I broke out all the sweaters, no dice: in the 80s today. BAH.
Henry the bagel turned a ripe old seven years old this week. He received treats, special dog food, and Rick and Wendy bought him a brand new dog bed. He's deeply thrilled by all of this, and is approaching middle age with quiet dignity.
The Denver Broncos continue to annoy me. Miami? REALLY?
Nonetheless, good times all around. Nothing major to report, but we're all happy and healthy, now that Wendy is over the plague.
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