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Daylight Savings time...hurry up!

Was out walking the dog this morning.......a bit cold still but gosh I feel so good when we get done.

I got smart and loaded some new songs on my Ipod last night. It sure does make it more enjoyable. There is a certain camaraderie amongst dog walkers I've noticed. I also noticed in a neighbors yard that the crocus's were in bloom. I think it's still a might early for those, but no matter, they are still a sign that spring is not so far away.

The dog walking is having a positive affect on me as well. Even though it kind of sucks to be out walking the dog at 6 in the morning, and again at night, and in the afternoon's on the weekends (sigh) I do know that it's been good for my waistline, my heart, and my mind.

Missy is really starting to 'emerge'. While she still doesn't like anyone to get her out of my room but me, she has gotten decidedly more playful when it's just us. She runs around my room, tail wagging, as if to say, "catch me if you can". Yeah..no. She has even started to find her voice and apparently I missed it when she growled at Lucy last night under the door!

Still and all, she's a good girl. I bought her her very own 'roadkill' (stuffed animal) so that she would stop killing my 'roadkill'. Roadkill is very sentimental and I kind of cherish him. Stupid really, for a grown woman to cherish a stuffed animal, but it was a very special time in my life when I got it.

The cats are sitting in the sunshine, for once, behaving like cats. I opened the blinds a bit more so they could have some more sun.

I can't wait for daylight savings time. Two weeks to more sunshine and light! Well, and my birthday of course! Actually, my birthday is the 7th and we change time that night so officially daylight savings is the 8th.

I guess I should get my rear in gear and do the ironing so Warren has something to wear to work this week. I need to make a grocery list and I have to go get my license plate tag as well. Warren was kind enough to take my car to get the emissions test on it so that's taken care of.

Another week down, another to go.

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