Ah, here I am at my favorite place in my comfortable command center surrounded by computers, mice and keyboard, and monitors -- my bunker as my brother affectionately calls it. My soma as Aldous Huxley would surely agree. I feel all is right in my world this beautiful, but very dark morning. It is 5am, misty, and Maggie and I are about to go on our walk. I put her flea treatment on her back about an hour ago and she has quit pouting for now. Sometimes, it can take her days to quit her pouting over this part of her life that is necessary for her wellbeing. She will quit itching and scratching like insanity in a few days as well giving us all some much needed relief, quiet, and comfort for all of us. It is tiresome to watch her endlessly scratch. When I get closer to the house after our jaunt, I am going to call the Waffle House and and get them to prepare to-go breakfast ham and cheese omelet plates for Maggie and I. Little Mags is going to be thrilled and elated when I leave and return with such a wonderful bounty of breakfast foods.
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"Little Mags" is gonna become "Large Marge" on that diet if you don't watch out.
When you mention your command center, I have to tell you about a friend's mother. She's hooked on Farmville on FB. Has three computers going at once, stays up all night tending to her farms, sleeps for 4 hours and then stays in her command center all day. Can you imagine?
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