It’s Easter Sunday, 2024.

Saturday morning’s passing thunderstorms and dark skies were later tossed aside by the sunshine that competed in a tug-of-war with the clouds. The afternoon and evening settled into a near-summer-like delight. The high was 75 degrees. Sunday should be nice, except for a long band of rain in the morning, and inviting more rain-showers for the evening that will last through Wednesday, with a drop in temperatures to the 40s.

All in all, it was a pleasant day, and at 3:30 PM, I joined Mama Kay and Mary for dinner at Frische’s in Kettering. By 6 PM, I was settled in my bed with my hospital table loaded with a laptop and research material as I listened to THE TEN COMMANDMENTS on Prime Video, complete with the Overture, Intermission, and Exit Music scores.

Hoskins is growing quickly and assumes the most charming disposition. I have been blessed with affectionate dogs, but there’s something different about her. I firmly believe she is an old soul. She and Colonel Deeds are devoted to one another and continually play for hours on end. They are fun to watch.

Colonel Deeds, a most loving and devoted pal, is sometimes clueless, which gives him a special kind of charm. When he hops into bed, he has no target for landing around me, and when he lies down, it is a flop. At nearly 80 pounds, he is solid muscle and I feel the painful weight of his drops. The Colonel and Hoskins each have tails like tanks and when maneuvering through the throng of wagging tails, my legs feel as though they are being battered by baseball bats.

I took a five-minute break from this writing to sweep up broken glass. Chief, Hoskins, and Colonel Deeds were romping wildly and a framed photo of a former student and myself was knocked from a shelf. I am not pleased with the pooches.

But onward we go. Make it a great day!