How In God's Name is it mid-September?
My favorite back alley in Portland, complete with a Prius at the end. I've been a little busy contemplating my place in life and fearing for it the last couple of weeks. And then it started raining. Sidenote: Rain drives my dog nuts. She wants to go outside and spaz out (meaning, she wants to pee on shrubs and chase squirrels, possibly at the same time. During rain storms, she flops dramatically onto our floor. How does a dog flop dramatically? The legs basically fall out from under her and she sighs loudly as she hits the floor. Then, 5 minutes later, she walks a few circles and repeats the flop. Such a drama queen. And now it's mid-September. I kind of can't believe it. T-Dubs is in Ft. Lauderdale for the next couple of weeks. She misses me and ME (the state). Mostly, she misses her dog. Yes, Daisy is all we talk about. The phone conversations are as obnoxious as you would expect. The reason mid-September is significant: It really isn't. However, the countdown clock...