Retelling the Parker-Barrow tale
Dog math. That’s where two increases everything by much more than twice. Something as simple as going outside. A dog does prefer to be on the other side of any given door. Put two dogs together, and you may lose count of the number of times a door has to be opened. Just so you know.
Quiet around here, (except for the barked chorus). Seems that anybody (everybody) has to be greeted, even if they have not approached the door (that has to be opened, over and over again). Gets loud. Throw in some TV barking, and the dogs are constantly involved in poorly understood conversations. But I’m quiet.
On TV, the retelling of the Parker-Barrow tale. I went to the movie version, back when going to the cinema was still fun. This version is “hotter”, but the first hour still hasn’t got the unlucky pair out of town. I’ll reserve final judgement until after the fusillade.
We’re all under a storm watch… Ontario, Quebec, the Maritimes. Different systems, but all meant to make travel difficult. I’m not planning on any long distance stuff for the next little bit. Getting older makes being safe seem, well, logical. No white-knuckle moments need apply.
Odd marketing question: Would you drink eggnog, year round, if it were available? Moot point, really. The stuff is so rare that I can go years without imbibing. Somehow, I don’t foresee adding it to my preferred summertime thirst quencher list. Might be good for the egg industry. And nutmeg growers. And sugar fiends.
