Skipper and I are at the library, looking for books in the non-fiction section, in companionable silence. She's looking for books on dinosaur fossils, and I'm looking for anything that might be fodder for Duchess's hungry brain.
Skipper: I wish I was a bee.
Me: Why do you wish you were a bee?
Skipper: So I could sting people.
Me: Who are you going to sting?
Skipper: I don't know. Just somebody.
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We are alive! Not much to report. Cook has a new job, still in government, but doing a different kind of work. I have the same job. Duchess ...
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