Supper tonight.
With tea and a banana.
Shh, it's better than almond rocha and tea alone, which I considered.

It feels like the weekend.

Scott's gone to Yorkton with his dad to do his Christmas shopping. Usually he goes with his buddy Rick, but since I made that crack about it secretly being their annual trip to the whorehouse, Rick's wife hasn't been too enthusiastic (right Faye?).

The vet had to put Buddy (the dog) down this morning. He's only been with us three months so I didn't expect to feel as badly as I do. Poor old boy.

Phone call. They are at the nursing home, looking for Floyd's building. Scott is delivering a tray of seasonal treats from me and after a visit with his high school friend they'll head home. It's already 7 o'clock so they'll be beat by the time they get here, the geezers.

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Wild animals I have seen today: coyotes, altogether three.

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How would you animal lovers like to work in Banff? My friend Diana lives there and sent this. "This was taken while looking out my office window one afternoon last week," she writes.

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