I am listening to a bland album with birds songs and New Age music from a temple in Toronto. Hubby went alone to walk the dogs to the dog park. I especially don’t like the dog park on the week end between 2-6pm because it is packed full of dogs beyond what is a no fight zone. Especially with billy who still has his testicules. 

I am smoking a roach. And cigarettes. Coffee is out. I am getting no news from my friend Danny.