Scruffy

The scruffiest Scruffy died yesterday. He accidentally ate some 1080 out there in the beautiful red countryside and it really didn't agree with him. My heart achess for Paul.

I woke up today utterly unrested and got up on the wrong side of the bed, feeling angry and sad for no good reason, telling myself it's hormones it's hormones not that that helped.

And then I get into the office, rain splashed and growly and there is an email from Mat telling me about Scruffy.

So I'll curb the wallowing self pity that was going to engulf the blog today, and just get on with it. I wish I was busy.