…but taking a Bo break. It’s a lot sunnier than earlier when I had him out here. It was wet, chilly and very windy and cloudy. He wasn’t happy. Now, it’s all of those, except it’s not cloudy.

It’s 4:36 pm. Bo wanted out and sat and waited at the gate, seemingly for his mom. She should be home soon.

Oh, Rose is home. She worked.

Now, Bo wants in, and rumor has it that women are fickle. Now, he’s asking for something. I already gave him a Dentastix. Mom says he can have one a day.

I’m not really in the mood to be here writing this. That’s probably obvious. I have a lot of ideas floating around in my head. About half of them are life plans and ways to get where I want to go.

The little bugger wants in. I think he gave up on his mom for now.

Later.