with the young men at church.
He said it was a really good time, with the most beautiful views
in the Smoky Mountains.
On the last day, his air mattress popped, and so he came home with a
super sore back. And then we both decided we're just old.
Meanwhile at Stillestead, somehow Angus escaped our fence last night
and was locked out of our gate.
I woke up around 1:00 am to feed Minnie and heard him barking, and he
didn't stop until 6:00 am when I found him at the gate waiting
to be let in.
I wasn't about to get up in the creepy dark to walk the long journey to
our driveway gate to let him back in. Heck no.
We have coyotes that howl, and it sounds like a pack of zombies
are headed my way.
Glad he's home; I missed him.
