The bitch next door still isn’t leaving the dog out or hanging out in the evenings with it, though she sure lets the thing out a lot. By noon it had already been out 4 times that I knew of. Twice it barked once at the back door to be let in and she came and got it right away.

She still blasts the TV, but with the fan on and us only being here a few more weeks, we don’t care.

Meanwhile, the weather’s just beginning to cool down, and once again, someone’s death is a major inconvenience to us. The woman in charge of giving Tom the raise he’s obviously not going to get, returned from vacation only to run right out again. I guess her father died.