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Mom has been sick.

Penny here.

Just stopping in to tell you that mom has been sick. She got that covid thing and she’s been mostly in bed for a week.

I felt like Rin-Tin-Tin on these rocks at a rest stop!

Being the loyal canine I am I’ve mostly been in bed all week too.

At least she didn’t ask me to actually slide down this thing!

Even when mom had a fever and kept pushing me away cause she said I was too hot I pressed up against her cause I know what she really needed in order to feel better is more of me.

Mom says she has a picture of Katie in this same field.

Cause she couldn’t be out and about we haven’t had any adventures lately, but the pictures here are from my last set of adventures.

Mom said the light was really good here. I guess so. I only care about the treats.

Mom says we’ll get back on the road again in a few days. She says she’s mostly still tired.

Come on mom, stop messing with the camera!

Me? I not tired at all! I’m ready to go as soon as mom says the word.

What’s that over there, mom?

Until then, I remain mom’s heating pad. Whether she wants one or not.

I’m your heating pad and comforter, right mom?

Signing off now,

your warm and fuzzy girl Penny.

Don’t like those big birds, mom!


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Reading in times of covid

I thought I had lost my love of reading somewhere in the middle of this past year of covid testing and isolation. But Goodreads says I entered the year not enjoying my very first book, Writing in Flow, Keys to Enhanced Creativity by Susan Perry.

“I just couldn’t get into it. I’ll try again.”

I didn’t try again.

And the last book I reviewed, Anything is Possible by Elizabeth Strout didn’t fare any better.

“I love her writing but I’m glad this one is done.”

There are other reviews for the thirty-four books I read in 2021, but I don’t have the patience to go read the reviews I wrote to find out how many I actually enjoyed. And when I puruse the list I can’t remember the plot to any of them.

In October when I finished the Strout book I had no idea that I wouldn’t read or review another one the rest of the year.

Not reading is troubling. I have always loved to read. I miss reading. You’d think in times of stress that reading would give me an escape, that I’ve be buried in books.

And, in fact, I have plenty of books to read. I’ve started several. There are books about my camera that I need to read, books I’ve seen on daytime television that I’ve purchased impulsively, a book my aunt lent me sits on the table next to my chair.

I have no “number of books read” goal for 2022. Rather, I think, my goal this year will be to find again the pleasure of reading. I should probably start soon. January is almost half over. Who has a recomendation for something light, happy, hopeful or heartwarming?

I could sure use a librarian about now.

My anti-reading dog.