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So Saturday night, I didn't get a whole lot of sleep. I stayed at my friend's house, and Max -- the dog I was sitting -- slept with me all night. He'd sit up about once every thirty minutes, chase his tail on the futon bed and corkscrew into a lying position, his haunch, head, or paw plopped on my leg or belly. As soon as the sun peeked through the blinds (dawn), he started licking my face. When I rolled my face into the mattress and feigned sleep, he stretched out parallel to me and began a patient whine.
I loved it.
Oh! And, ladyinthecanoe , just so you know -- and we have evidence: We did have winter this year:
My block and my neighbor Layla's tiny snowman. (With real carrot nose, somewhat small for view.)
Snowball fight in Overton Park.
Now please let the days lengthen, our five o'clocks be filled with sun.