I’ve drank a wee bit too much wine. I am feeling very nice. This evening I took Bobo for a walk. I met a nice Russian woman. We spoke for a good half hour. As soon as we parted ways, Adelle came out of her house to see Bobo. We met her just the other day. She lives a few doors down and thinks Bobo is just darling. Next thing I know, we are engaged in conversation. I was about to take off home when she invited me into her house. I’ve been wanting to see what a middle unit looks like so I couldn’t resist following her. She showed me her collections of Limoges and figurines. Her husband came in and they both begged me to stay for supper. I said no. Sure I had leftover chicken in the refridgerator but also because I kept thinking of that Tales From the Darkside episode in which the old married couple invite the hiker into their home only to cook her in a big vat AND THEN EAT HER! I look much more tender than I really am, I am sure. They would need toothpicks to get me out of their teeth. Bobo and I came home. I drank wine and together we watched a La Femme Nikita episode. Holy sh*t, life is good to me. (I have been a Rover, I have walked alone. Over many highway…)