Freya's two years old. My puppy. The Giant Furball. Joy-bringer, snuggler, galumpher, the Never-Ending Story dog in all-black.
She's spending most of her birthday on the basement floor, trying to stay cool.
Don't you love it when you exercise and take a shower and keep sweating for an hour afterward? It's one of those days.
But I have to spend the day at school. Ah, yes, it's fast approaching. So much to do. It'll be fun. Being around students helps me get excited. Otherwise, I just want to hole up and write (and ride my bike and play with Freya).
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