There are mornings Rusty gets it into his head he wants a walk at four in the darkness and he comes and sticks his cold wet nose in my ear. I always grouse when I get up but there is beauty in the peace quiet of the morning hours in the complex. I think I might freak the night guards out but we just walk around and dig a while as Rusty sniffs the night air. I’m reading a book in the Monroe Doctrine seeing as how it’s been invoked as part of the destruction of NATO. I figured I should know as much as I can and it’s very readable and available on Amazon.
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