This is an old image. I should be downstairs snugged up by the wood furnace painting but I have to trek into town to get a tooth filled. Pooh! That is what comes of living out in the middle of nowhere, you are always driving somewhere.Oh well, at least when I am out walking, the crazies aren't following me like hungry zombies. What's up with that? The animals know to leave me alone.
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