Began in 2020 as Pandemic Quarantine Diary, and now it's whatever strikes my fancy.
Friday, August 28, 2020
Late afternoon
It rained hard about mid-afternoon today, and the deck was still wet a few hours later, but the chairs had drained and dried, so the little black pooshka chose one for a post-supper rest. No sign yet of her scruffy big ol' creampuff boyfriend.
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