I slept in this morning, although the dog practically insisted I get up. He got so disgusted with me that he gave on of his snorts and walked away, then sank to the floor and stared at me. As a parting shot, he slowly turned his head away from me.
I plug away at this little Google problem and think, “Well, it’s better than being on a desert island and plugging away at making a boat.” Maybe a dessert island wouldn’t be bad.