The frost is on the pumpkin here, so the dogs and I had a rather brisk walk. I’ve switched over to my two-dog leash because I got tired of unbraiding theirs. As long as I keep the bigger, younger (10 years old) one from trotting too fast, it’s much better. Eddy, the oldster has arthritis, so I know I shouldn’t laugh, but he bounces down the stairs on all four feet like a baby goat, and I can’t help it.
We had a rough night. I dreamed that MetalMouse was for some reason coaching on the fields here, and there was some commotion. I couldn’t figure out if it was a copycat thing or panic over nothing, couldn’t seem to call 911 because the buttons on my phone all had foreign symbols on 'em, and couldn’t find MetalMouse. Just after I woke up from that one, Effie made those percolating sounds that indicate a doggie nightmare and then jumped on the bed, demanded comforting pats, and slept pressed against my internal organs. Poor girl. Sometimes it’s a relief to be awake.
JtC, I salute you and all others for attending No Kings events. I’m grateful to you. I wish I could have gone, but the oldster keeps barking at people to get off his lawn (and it’s all his lawn), and the other protests against people and dogs.
shoe, that was kind of your coworker, but it sounds like it’ll be fake chicken tortilla broth. What’s tortilla soup without tortillas? I’m looking forward to the review. And sorry about the obnoxious coworkers. Want me to come over and give 'em what-for? I ain’t a-skeert: I taught freshmen. Sounds like your coworkers ARE freshmen.
nut, I’m charmed by you befriending the robin. And I think cutting down the shrub is better, unless, of course, you encounter the Knights who say “Ni.”
taters, I’ve never had patata di figoli. Mom always made the pasta version. I remember singing, “You say potato, and I say patata. You say you’ve got to, and I say I gotta.” Oh, I thought I was so clever at age 12. 
My mother was a very patient woman.
How the heck do you pronounce the name of that German brand?