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I was relatively good last night: drank not a drop, worked on poetry (third poem in three days) and church chores, and hopped into bed at a sane hour. Today: card-making, script-editing, and a benefit for Medical Students for Choice. And washing the dog.

And speaking of the dog:

*fusillade of non-stop barking early in the morning*
me: *grog*
the BYM: "groan* *heads downstairs to see what's with the girl*
the BYM, returning: Dude. Where's a camera when you need one?
me: Er?
the BYM: There are buzzards in the walnut tree!
me: Oh? They're probably after whatever she's been rolling in...
the BYM: Or maybe they're after the dog. They looked kinda drunk.
me: *contemplates buzzards sozzled on green beer, then pulls covers over head*