Doggone it, the timing just hasn’t been right

The position taken most mornings by Dash, my blogging partner, once she accepts that she can’t lay on the keyboard.

The day Janet and I got married, we went to a gala fundraising dinner that night at Loras College, where I work.

If we had instead had our own big wedding reception/dinner/dance, the first dance of the night in all likelihood would have been to Bless The Broken Road by Rascal Flatts. It’s an appropriate song for all kinds of reasons I won’t go into today. It’s looking as if it also may be an appropriate song someday for the dog we’ve been thinking of adding to our family of me, Janet, the graduate student, the college student and two really spoiled old cats.

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