So many stories to tell, so little time.

There’s the story of my brother’s parrot, who chants “goodnight, goodnight, goodnight” until my brother gets the hint and takes it to its night cage. There’s the story of Door County, and our lunch of animal crackers, jam, and cheese curds. There’s the story of the vet (I had to take the cat to see CANCER DOC again… this time no cancer was mentioned, so he must have been particularly rushed before the holiday weekend). There’s the story of 4th of July croquet and fireworks. There’s the story of canoeing (or tuber slalom) with some of my favorite people.

So many stories. Maybe I’ll try to work my way through them in the near future. But for now, I have some quality sitting around to do. If you need me, I’ll be on the porch.