Dear Friends,
Today was absurd, but the weekend in America’s Finest Most Run-Down Clearly Done Dingiest City was good fun. I managed to convince a very cute girl to try Indian food, which went well. What else would you expect at India Palace? It’s worth trying if you’re in the neighborhood.
I dropped off the pups with their keeper on Saturday. They immediately forgot about me and went about their business of checking the perimeter of The 1912 House. Expected, but sad nonetheless. My thoughts about rescuing my own dog bubbled back up to the surface until I remembered that my day at the Festival Of Dirt combined with my commute would keep me away far too long. Not what you’d hope for if you were being rescued.
More tomorrow, when the need for sleep shouldn’t be so dire. Thanks for hanging in there.
Your pal,
bob