It's not the prettiest walk down Darlington, up Dracup and around to Starbucks, but there are an unusual amount of ducks in this slough under the walking bridge. Life is always a little more pleasant where ducks are involved.
This is a rare occasion. I didn't make my bed as soon as I got out of it this morning. By the time I got to it, Georgie was snuggled under the sheets. Happy as a lark.
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