Writing a letter a day seems not to be fated; again, I've skipped a day. No matter. I have lots to report.
Yesterday was fairly uneventful. I've been feeling ill in an undefined fashion. "Tummy Ache" describes things fairly accurately. In a fit of rainy-day funk I rescheduled my MRI and chiropractor appointments. I tend to do that of late. It is harder for me to go outside than it was. Keeping appointments is a much more difficult than it has ever been. I really don't know why it should be so, but it seems to be a common symptom of depression.
Today I was awakened with a shriek of "poopy!" Cheyenne was the first awake and either discovered or stepped in a doggie deposit or both. After a few minutes of panic everyone resumed sleeping.
A couple of hours later, it was lawyer time. My sis and drove to Linn, MO followed all 40 miles or so by an unmarked police car. Sis said so, I have to believe her. How am I going to spot unmarked cars? Another thing I find I can not do! At the lawyer's, I discovered, as I had feared, that I could suffer some liability if there are problems on my brother's property. We resolved that fairly quickly and headed back home.
I discovered on arriving home that I had no house key. The search ensued. Hours later, with no cushion unturned, my keys are still missing. I surrender. I think the dog ate 'em. I will have to get a spare made. I gave the last spares away some time ago. Too many people live here.