Talking

The thing about writing posts every day of the month means that on the rare day a visitor comes over, I don’t really care about blogging. My cousin’s son came over to visit. It’s minutes to midnight and we are still chatting.

So instead of a lengthy post, enjoy this photo of my dog Cleo relaxing.

A white dog lying on my back. I have a blue skirt, a black top on and there is a novel next to me. We are on a blue couch.

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