My dog Sunny died five years ago today. It's been a hard day. I miss her. Would've mentioned it to Mrs. Pickard at church tonight, because she would understand, but didn't see her.
SGYC '18 will be next week, and I won't be there, because again, I couldn't figure out a way to get there.
But Trevor will have a good time in Indiana at Nationals, and Caleb will have fun in New Mexico. I'm glad for them, and someone needs to make sure the laundry's done and the animals fed, but sometimes you get tired of being George Bailey.
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