Thank you, Daniel. I’ve been wanting to tell this story for a long time.

Oh, how I’ve missed hearing your thoughts here, outside of the metronome culture of FB and Twitter. I can really feel you right next to me! I’ll be writing much more here this year. I was sad when I wrote this, or maybe it’s just more like the experience of a witch’s familiar, a melancholy cat that’s always rubbing your leg. But writing it, really as soon as I start putting the sentences together, and penning it, that part feels like an elixir.

Oh you’ll love them, the Mas Arai series. so good. Thank you for the locals-only compliments on SC Noir! I vetted it with police, junkies, DA’s, and journalists... haha. It had to be REAL.

Of course, Sue! And if there’s every anything you WISH was in audio that isn’t, feel free to tell me and I’ll do my best!

The Marquis is turning turning in his grave, I tell you.

Honey Lee wrote: I was heart broken to see Cody so compromised with his mobility when I visited. I will be sad not to see him at the Pumpkin House. So happy to have spent time with him when I was there: It was great to see him engage with other dogs and want to play. His tail was up high and swishing back and forth. Always young at heart, he wanted to run and pounce but it did not last very long. Clearly he could remember better days. He wanted to get in the pond but the bank was very steep on the side we were walking. He wondered to the edge and looked over then wandered back to me. It took several trips to the pond before I figured out how to get to a gentle slope where he could wade in slowly. He did not want to swim out very far and preferred to just stand chest deep in the water. He did have fun tearing ferociously at a log beached in the mud. I thought that was odd but he had a great time tearing off the bark and spitting it out. Of course he had no concern over the knee deep mud covering his legs. That's when I started throwing sticks out in the pond. Im very glad we could have one last adventure. I will find a quiet place on Thursday, your time, to be close when he passes on to greener pastures. I was looking for a photo to use for my Skype account and Cody's Hellhound portrait came up---so it is now my moniker on Skype. --- I am so thankful the vet will come to the house like he did for Dinah. I like that your beloved animals will stay on your property. Very old world in changing modern times. Much love and give Cody a kiss goodbye from me. honeylee