Yes, indeed. The new Islander newspaper is out. See page 11 ad, and Letters to Editor, if you're wanting to follow along.
This fortune came with my Chinese takeout the other night:
I just adore those behind-the-ears photos of Mr. Jefferies. A.D.O.R.E.
And because we missed Terrier Tuesday yesterday, here is a gratuitous extra shot from the plane:
I had a super-crazy-long day for work the day before yesterday, followed by an extra-early lecture the following morning, so I stayed overnight in Burlington. Poor Mr. Jefferies, which really means Poor David. Apparently he got David up every two hours all night long to take him OUT. And when he got OUT, all he did was look to see if my car was there, and look down the driveway to see if I was coming home yet.
And when I got home yesterday afternoon, all he wanted me to do was hold him so HE COULD SLEEP. Mr. Jefferies, that is; not David. Poor David, he had to just go to work regardless of his lack of sleep.
It's a dog's life all right.
Oh, HAPPY FALL!