Went to the dog run today, and there were actual humans present. Coney played roughly but happily with two huge mastiffs (and one tiny wannabe) and gamely held his own. There is something very chummy, hearty and satisfying about bringing a jug o' water and sloshing into the communal dog bowl--it's like grog to a bunch of Vikings.

Monskter is on vacation. We're going to go vote in the primary now. I shan't say who I'm voting for, because I've been known to have last-minute conversions at the booth.

I have no idea what to do about tomorrow's anniversary.

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