I decided that while I had this cold and couldn’t go play at weaving or go workout at the gym or clean house or do anything else, I should organize the YEARS of photos that I found on an old camera disk.
I managed to upload them to the proper place. That being a very exciting thing. Then I had to look to see if I still wanted each one.
Magically, a mov. file appeared. I watched it.
Another mov. file. I watched it.
And another and another and another and another.
George and Gracie were 14 months old. They had just gotten their first “Cocker Cut”.
They were still learning commands. But they knew what a tennis ball was. And they knew what to do when they saw one.
They still do.
I suppose I ought to finish this project……maybe tomorrow…..