Qwerty Forehead

Recuperating, Rambling, Roving, Writing...

Too much recuperating and not enough adventure lately.

I shouldn't complain, we're both alive and smiling.

Doggy and I are going a little stir crazy.  We've been stuck inside the little old wheel estate alone too much instead of out and about on our feet and paws. Harley is a real trooper by my side, but he is sick of this routine as much as me.

When I am not napping I am doing medical research on the internet. This is very frustrating and not near as easy as it sounds. But it will cure insomnia. More than once I woke up to my face planted on the keyboard.

I look in the mirror and see the faint outline of "QWERTY" on my forehead.

My naps are so frequent lately, I wonder if I am really a cat and no one told me.

I am sort of looking forward to getting back into a campground eventually where there are people around and a chance to make friends or have a dog walking companion.

Poor doggy needs his exercise. I so miss my walks around the park.

I hope the litter isn't piling up. Harley and I normally dog walk all over the park, picking up the trash folks toss out on the ground. It is a beautiful place. Folks come here to swim or picnic or go boating, there is no campground in this park.  I am oh so lucky to be living here.

Lately we just walk around the large yard near the camper. I tire out too easily to get further along. I play chase the golf ball with Harley to run his little legs off. Usually he brings it back so the game can continue. We like to do this until he is panting out of breath, gulping down water, then *whew* we can both take a break.

Waking up alive is the most precious gift of all.