I called my sister's house this morning, seeking good humor and advice. But KO was gone and her husband, JT's Uncle M, drew the short stick on that deal. He listened and gave me calm, sensible advice.
Then, when I said I was sorry for getting tearful so early in his morning, he offered that yesterday morning at 7 am his dog had diarrhea all over the bedroom. All things considered, he said, a tearful sister-in-law at 7 am is actually an improvement in his week.
Seen that way, I had to agree.
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