It’s a gloomy and chilly day here in the Miami valley. You would not know it is spring, except for blossoming trees and plants, and ever constant singing of the resident cardinals.

I tried to activate my new scanning pen, spending another frustrating two hours with no success. My fatigued patience urges me to return it. My bullheadedness cheers me to figure it out. I grew up in an era learning to take notes by hand and using card catalog systems in the library. While I have the luxury of having so much information at my fingertips, I no longer need a card catalog and can easily write out my own notes. My process will just be slower.

Colonel Deeds and Hoskins escaped the yard this morning. Deeds was across Rockhill Avenue in the neighbor’s yard. Fortunately, there was no traffic coming in either direction as he crossed Shroyer Road. I limped across the street, carrying a leash, and coaxed him over to me. While completing his capture, I was keeping an eye out for Hoskins, fearful that she might cross the street to join us. Once I had Colonel Deeds inside the house, I spied Hoskins on the other side of Mama Kay’s fence, trying to figure out how to get back to our property. Once they were safe inside the house, I went out back to locate and secure the area from which they escaped.

The remainder of the day has been uneventful and the sun is poking its head out from behind the clouds to whisper a brief greeting before heading in for the night.

I am late in getting this regular morning post out but I’m still championing a great day.