Well.

Youngest son is back at college.

Took two days and two trips through the welcome rains. Masked heeler was trembling terrified of the thunder today, but at least she knows where her boy is.

And she has peed on his lawn. I suspect she expects him to go out and remark her spot every once in a while.

But I suspect (and certainly hope) he will not.

And despite our Oregon friends' objections, we made two separate trips to Wal-Mart for supplies.

Fairly cheaply, as Wal-Mart trips go. Even despite the impulse buy at the check-out counter today.

The heeler with fading vision seems to like her new headlamp around her neck. Charging off into the darkest corners of the property, a light blue glow leading her way.