It’s 46 degrees this morning down here in the 18th century, and the Dachshund that Rules the Universe was on the scent of every doggoned thing that passed near Casa Disaster. Dogs know no sense of urgency when it’s cold enough to make your knees dimple. But the sun was still a faint threat to the East, and the air was still, except for the little monsters on the corner waiting for their school bus.

That was one of the greatest culture shocks I encountered down here. When I was a danger to society we went to school at eight in the morning. Now they’re up at five, waiting for a bus at six, and don’t get home until five, or later.

However, it was a special morning. One of the better granddaughters in the world is acing her finals at college, and expects to bring home a 4.0 semester.

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