As beautiful as autumn is, there is nothing like the background dread that winter is making its inevitable march toward us. And one sure sign that things are changing was having the dog hopping up to sleep under the covers with me last night for the first time since May. Well, I say under the covers, but she soon got too warm for that, so I then had to endure the twisting and tangling as she rearranged things to her satisfaction. Midway through the night, I awoke with only two inches between me and the edge of the bed, and the hound taking up the entire space on the other side. It was all bony legs and loud honking and snoring as she wriggled about in her sleep; I felt like I was sleeping next to a set of animated bagpipes at that point.
Anyway, I haven't had a good block of time to get to some more family history research in the last couple of days, so nothing new to report on that front. The little things I've been working on in spare half hours haven't amounted to much.
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