Monday at dinner time, there she was. Acting as though nothing had happened. I had all but given up after searching the yard and house. More stand offish than usual but she would allow me to brush and pet her. But let one hand get under her to lift her up and WHOOOSH! gone the wind in Texas. Wherever she's been and whatever she's done, welcome back.
Walking along in the mornings I often cross paths with lots of ants. It constantly amazes me how efficient they are as scavengers. When they're done there's nothing left.
All those ants remind me that we're all on this flight together.
Dick
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