When I ask Alexa the weather, she gives me the facts. Right now it is 87˚. The high will be 89˚. When I ask Google, who lives in my kitchen, he usually gives me a bit more. This morning he added this tidbit: with the humidity, the temperature will feel like 100˚. I will attest to the accuracy of that. When I went to get my papers and first stepped into the heat, I gasped. I started walking, but the glare of the sun was so great I could barely keep my eyes open. I did the old step and stop. It worked.

The longer I’m alone in the house, the more I talk to Henry, but last night I noticed he has stopped listening. He even escapes to my bedroom to nap on the bed. I don’t blame him.

When I was a kid, Duke, our boxer, was not allowed on the furniture, but that didn’t deter him. He slept on the couch most nights and got off in the morning when he heard footsteps. His dog food back then had horse meat. It was gross, but feeding Duke was easy. Just open two cans and plop them into the dog dish. Done! Duke occasionally got dog biscuits, Milk Bone. He also got scraps from the table and bones. He got Oreos from my two sisters. He knew which family members to stand near for the best treats. Back then we didn’t know about some bones and some food being bad for dogs, but Duke survived and lived a long life. He was fifteen when he died.

All my dogs eat the best food. Henry gets a cup of food in the morning, dried food. In the evening he gets a can. The canned food looks so good I swear people would eat it over rice or mashed potatoes. His treats too are healthy. He gets all sorts of them including Mother Hubbard Biscuits. He likes all Mother’s flavors. He loves Bully Sticks. I buy the big bag. I won’t talk about the price. I’ll just mention Henry loves them. He also likes fruits and vegetables. He is partial to bananas and apples. I always share mine.

Today is Sunday. It will be a no chore day, a no errand day because there’s nothing left. I went to the dump on Wednesday, and my house got cleaned on Thursday. I don’t even have enough laundry to start feeling guilty about not doing it.

It just got cloudy, but Mother Nature is toying with us. They’ll be no rain until maybe Tuesday.

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