Freya is distracting me!

I did get some writing done this weekend. Amazing, because Freya can consume a lot of my attention. Who could resist? I mean, look at the little furball! She's too cute for words.

I hope I can think of some sort of story in which to use a Newfoundland dog. Maybe the story will just hatch itself as Freya's life unfolds...

Working on Slider's Son and Chasing AllieCat...no rest for the wicked. I must be quite wicked. sigh.

I'd be fine if it weren't for grading papers!

No more cast

My cast is off! Freya misses it, I think. She thought it was a chew-toy. My wrist is pretty weak, and my fingers are stiff like crazy, but now I can work to make them better. And I can type! I keep hitting colons 'cause my ringfinger on my right hand doesn't lift as high as it's supposed to, so when I hit the shift with my right pinky, the ring finger is naturally on the colon. :::

Freya is getting more and more adventurous. Scary when she romps around the shed and out of sight or in the general direction of the road, even though it's far away. I am a watchful dog mom.

Freya is here, in all her puppy-breath glory. She's so cute I can hardly stand it. She's unbelievable: a wookie, a bearcub, furball, all puppy. I'm not getting much done, and right now, I don't care!

My son Josh teaches high school in a very racist, still-mostly segregated county of North Carolina.

Josh called last night. One of his students woke Monday night to gunshots outside. He looked out the window to see a CROSS BURNING BURNING IN HIS YARD. As Josh said, "In 2008, Mom...and these are tough kids. And they're scared."

Race-related incidents have escalated lately in the area. Josh's theory is that it might be election-related, and the Southern white supremacists are terrified that a Black man might actually get into the White House.

Frightening.