Poor Rose

I’ve been bombarding Rose with so many needs for counseling and comforting that she has just been run ragged (Oh, sorry) with trying to help me. Last night, she broke down during a call to Der Bingle, sobbing out, “Nothing’s ever going to be all right again.”

So, Rose is going to rest herself and Sophie will shoulder the workload for a while. Remember, however, Sophie is the one with the high top sneakers and her therapy is a swift kick to the head and/or butt.

We are hoping Rose feels better soon. Real better, real soon.

This got out of hand

I wanted to distract myself; I wanted to focus my mind on something not connected to me. I downloaded a free Kindle book  –  a mystery –  and it was not bad at first for my purpose. But at the end, I found myself looking inward  because I had spent a few hours reading a story that wound up 200 miles east of the recently torn-down Berlin Wall and concerned a 50-year-old Nazi scheme to recreate the “missing link” by  mixing the genes of a human an ape.

I actually read this. Why? It is not like watching a horrible movie in which you look for zippers in the monster suit! Sometime “free” costs you.