Exercise usually gives me an added boost, which is why I am second guessing. Though a super shitty swim might've been less than helpful.

OTOH, I had a nice nap with Devi behind my knees, Loki against my chest and Pumpkin on the pillow above my head with her paws in my hair.

And good lord, my typing is atrocious today.

adventures of Mr. Ralph Stanley night 2. still no barking or chewing, but there has been some whining. Exploration has been allowed into the back living room and kitchen and introductions were made with Sylvester. No fighting or hissing, Ralph seems pretty uninterested although he did try to play twice and got the big old man fat cat stare down.

He would very much like to be at a person's side at all times. Occasionally he sighs with a tiny tiny hrrmmph.

He may not actually be a dog of constant sorrow, but I get great pleasure out of addressing him as Mr. Ralph Stanley. oh yes I do.

I am in love with Mr. Ralph Stanley from afar!

Me, too!

love the Ralph Stanley report

he just let loose a little in the backyard and played. he knows how to fetch and is not toy aggressive at all.

mac is not being very engaged with him though. I doubt we end up keeping him.

He'll probably get noisier as he gets more secure, but that can be worked with. I hope he ends up the dog for you. xpost, oops

Mr Ralph Stanley sounds like a pretty great dog, so far.

Mr. Ralph Stanley sounds like a real sweetie.

I'm pickling eggs, woohoo!

I don't know where Leone came form in our family. My aunt Leone was from my grandmother's first marriage, which I don't really know that much about. Mostly were have a lot of Irish, French and Catholic names. Lots of saint's names.

Isn't there a Saint Leone? For me, it was my father's sister's middle name, so maybe it was a family name. They were French Canadian.

Also on some islands in the Chesapeake Bay. The populations were so sheltered for so long they held on to the accents their ancestors came over from England with back in the 1600s.

Zen, do you mean "Ocracoke Brogue"

Yes, exactly! I lived on the Eastern Shore (a peninsula that juts out from Virginia, west of Tangier Island, very rural) for a couple years and the folks there all talked like that.

Henna "crowns" for chemotherapy patients

Wow, that's gorgeous. What a lovely idea! I'm sending that link to my niece who has alopecia. That's something she'd do.

Occasionally he sighs with a tiny tiny hrrmmph.

Aw, that's cute. Mr. Stanley is a lonely old man reincarnated as a puppy.