I've never had a problem abruptly hanging up on telemarketers, political solicitors, etc. Sometimes I even spit out an expletive or insult. I couldn't care less.
Since the writers I most admire are dead, I can only imagine what I'd want to say to them if we could communicate. Wow, if only I could email Camus and Hemingway, Twain and Borges...
It's so easy to lose focus. Don't feel like the Lone Ranger. I'm that way with writing projects sometimes.
I haven't wanted another dog since our doxxie Huxley died but I know the time will eventually come. Rex sounds like such a good boy.
Sounds like Mr. Rudd is an example of how people recognize a mistake once they've made it again.
Remember Hollywood Henderson's quote about Terry Bradshaw? "He couldn't spell CAT if you spotted him the C and the A."
At least she didn't call HIM Beverly.
Great photos of these wonderful creatures!!
That is the right path. Most men are innately incapable of following it, I'm afraid.
You may be hearing from S.P.C.P.W. soon. That's the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Pretty Worms.
Distance driving in the rain can get on the nerves. I had to bring my wife home from the hospital on a desolate country road in a blizzard once, one of the worst experiences of my life. Glad you're home safe 'n' sound.
That map makes me physically ill. On the plus side, the photo of the two deer is wonderful.
Hey, we gotta keep our priorities in order, right?!