Beatrice, my wife and I walked in Glendover Park after work. Beatrice saw he friend Diva, with whom she exchanged greetings. She also said hello to a small, young wire-haired dog. Beatrice is usually shy and a bit uninterested in other dogs. But she softened with age.
The town in Arkansas from which I graduated from high school was in the news today, after a truck driver hauling explosive ammonium nitrate was killed in an explosion of ammonium nitrate. I did not know the victim, but I felt sad to hear the news.
My work is suitably busy. I got a couple of bills paid on family matters. I wondered if I had seen the PBS Nature episode before, or if all cheetah documentaries have the same plot.
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