Midday in Comer yesterday I headed to the Dollar Store for cat food and milk. Trying to find milk that costs less than $6. I am not kidding. It was that much at Wal-Mart.
On the way: A buzzard having lunch. Animals abound here. Thus, roadkill is ubiquitous. So are buzzards having a free lunch.
Back home, my normally peaceful abode was pierced as the landlord encouraged her two doggies (in increasing decibels) to pee here. “On the grass. Gilley. Here. Gil-leyyyy! HERE, ON THE GRASS! COMMMME HERE!!!!!!!!!! GRACE CUT IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!” Gilley still peed on the gravel. She only came to investigate after she did her business, wagging tail the whole time.