Uncontrolled Environment.

Susan is out at our place in Arizona and I am left to fend for myself with six dogs. Souls who have my number and act like the cavalry when they hear the suction break on the refrigerator door. It sounds crazy but I love this domesticated life.

I lived alone most of my adult life but when I met Susan 14 years ago my life took a marvelous turn. I don’t miss the plastic house plants, the spring loaded toilet seats and sleeping on top of the bed spread so I didn’t have to make it in the morning. Yes, these are wonderful times. Very grateful!

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