Hi Darling Ones,

Walter, my one true canine live, and I have been reunited and it feels so good. I missed his puppy butt and how he pounces on me whenever I walk into the kitchen because he’s sure I’m getting something to eat. I always share whatever I’m eating with him. Last night he had roughly 1/3 of my dinner. I’m a sucker for this dog.

Right now, it’s just me and Walter in the living room. Wendell is a literal fraidy cat and stays upstairs all day, only coming down once everyone goes to bed for the night. He also has to get in all his cuddling and fetching playing in once I go to bed, which is not ideal. However, in the wee small hours of the morning he climbs under the cover and curls up next to my butt and thighs. I do love a good bumper buddies situation.

Back to Walter, I can tell he is not used to hanging out with me. Right now, he’s laying at my feet and every time I break into song he lifts his head and looks at me as if saying, “what are you going on about now?”

It’s also good to see Sister #2 and Ben, and not just because Sister #2 affirmed that I do look like Alex Papasian.

Having them here simultaneously reminds me of how wretchedly lonely the past year has been and also how much quiet time I need to think. This is not a complaint, merely an observation. They’re only here for a week and have a lot of not-including-me social activities planned so I don’t think we’ll reach complaint levels of over-socialization.

This afternoon Ben’s gonna put up my new chandelier and I am ridiculously excited about this. I don’t even know if I told you about the chandelier. It’s adorable and involved buying 25 light bulbs.

Tomorrow, I think, Sister #4 & Dolly are coming to celebrate my mom’s 70th birthday.

More later,
Jodi