Oreo was a good boy, as usual.
|Peeking out of the carrier|
Doing some crochet waiting for our connection in Dallas.
|If you look closely you can see both the silver in my hair AND the stupid cystic pimples on my jawline.|
Our flightpath into Vegas brought us right over Hoover Dam, which was beautiful light up in the dark. I could just make out the silhouette of the new bridge against the lights shining up the face of the damn.
We slept in as best we could today, though Mom and Dad's younger schnauzer, Lily, is a punk and keeps starting stuff with Oreo. And Oreo gives it right back. Meanwhile, the older schnauzer (who is actually the same age as Oreo) Oliver just sort of patiently watches them be stupid and is a model sweetheart.
We got to see my brother and his wife and my nephew today for dinner. I'm tired and feeling a bit stiff and my joints are aching, but hopefully that will ease up soon.
It's overcast and smells of rain outside tonight - beautiful. I miss the desert.
|View from the backyard|