Monday, April 4th, 2011

My dear old friend and confidant mlle Jenny

is concerned for her aging doggie Zeke.

In your day, if you would set aside a moment to say a brief prayer for Zeke, I would be indebted to you.

I will pray that Zeke either be OK, or that God takes Zeke home to him swiftly with minimal discomfort.

In cases like this, it is, after all , the animal whose best interest we must consider; it would be nice to say “keep Zeke around for his family” but that puts the needs of humans before the need of the animal in question, so Lord, do what is best for Zeke.

How on earth

is it possible that I could grow a two inch long nose hair, and how on earth could I have MISSED it the last forty-seven times I trimed in there?

Wait, is this the new moon?

nevermind.