I fell the other day.  Stepping off the back porch steps, I hit that uneven bit of sidewalk again, the same place where I sprained both ankles last summer.  Down I went, this time my ankles were spared, but not my right butt cheek, my hand, and shoulder.  I landed on my butt, broke a vein in the palm of my hand (it’s quite a lovely shade of purple now), and I jounced my shoulder.

     I’m certain I was quite a sight for my neighbors as I landed splat on my backside.  I was taking Gavin out at the time.  Delighted to have me on his level, he raced over, began to lick my face, and tried to crawl into my lap.  I went into a fit of the giggles.  Gavin took that as a good sign and he scoured my face with more enthusiasm.  By then I was so weak from the giggles I couldn’t push him off me so we ended up rolling around on the grass. 

     The neighbors are probably convinced that I’m certifiable.

     I added two new pictures to the Bull Pen the other night.  They are of Madison a little Bull Terrier gal who walks her human past our house.  She’s not a mini bull she’s a very small standard, cute as a button and a real sweetie.  When she sees me out in the yard, she drags her human to the gate so she can have some water and cookies.  I always have some for her.  Today she met the little Papillion, Spot who lives next door to me.

     I ordered my Halloween costume.  It will be a change from the old one and might come in handy if they do another costume party at the writer’s conference.

     The night time temperatures have dropped from the mid sixties to the mid fifties and below.  We’ve been in the seventies during the day.  The pups do enjoy the cooler temperatures.  Both of them are becoming quite spunky.

     The rewrite on Doggoned Dead is going slow but I think the book is stronger and has a better flow.  I can’t believe how killing off a lackluster character causes so many small changes.