Monday, December 8, 2008
Kiko liked Dawn's lap (her chest, and legs) across which he sprawled like it was the most natural thing a fellow like himself might do. Gary found that if he was able to ignore the newspaper and the TV set, things seemed very much as always. Of course the sky was falling, but the dogs still liked him tolerably well, and Dawn managed to humor him most of the time, when it suited her. Christmas seemed very close, yet very far away, all at once. Do what you can and laugh when you can.