How much is that doggy in the window? I don’t think that doggy’s for sale. On a rainy day this past week, while stopped at the corner of West and Main Streets, I snapped this picture of a forlorn terrier looking out the window at Miranda’s Verandah, where I presume his human works. (You saw a blurry image of this same shop-confined dog at the bottom of this post.
I’ve been busy this week with mid-semester grading for my face-to-face classes and end-term grading for my online ones: no rest for the wicked. If I survive this next week, I can spend Spring Break re-awakening my blogging eye, but in the meantime, I might have to continue leaving you largely Alone as I tend to other obligations.