Well a belated good morning to you. I slept late (until 9:00), took this lovely photo, and then gathered up Freckles and we headed to the dog park. I believe anyone who is feeling down should go to a dog park. You can't feel bad at a dog park. You also can't play a depressing song on a banjo -- even if it's played by an incredibly scary looking guy. So if you had a banjo player at a dog park it would usurp Disneyland as the happiest place on earth. I dated a guy who once referred to his nether region as the happiest place on earth. Believe me it was no Disneyland -- more like one of those rides outside of K-Mart and I'm still not sure it would have been worth the quarter.
And speaking of going up and down ... the elevator in my building is finally working again. It has been "modernized" and was out of commission for almost six weeks. I live on the first floor so it wasn't too big a hassle, except carrying groceries and a dog up one flight of stairs from the basement garage. Freckles will go down the stairs, but she won't go up the stairs -- I think it's too hard with only one back leg. So it was fun to ride the elevator today. Unfortunately it has one of those annoying voices -- "Basement, going up" -- well let's hope. So it's a good day -- the sun is shining, it's not that cold, the elevator is working, and I'm still beautiful. I think I'll listen to some banjo music. Da, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
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