Busy busy busy around here and tired tired tired. And crocheting and knitting and more crocheting and knitting with some camping thrown in.

Bandit’s on my mind since we’ve discovered a lump in his neck - again. I’m alarmed. The man of the house is not. I’m crushed, actually. Please tell me it’s not the lymphoma kicking into action again… sigh… this is where I’m at. Please remember Bandit in your prayers. He’s young and full of love and still has lots of it to share.

It’s like Bandit knows that after this lovely long weekend together, now I must return to work. We’ve had our walk, I’ve packed up my lunch and my bag and I’m just eating something before I go. Bandit is lying behind me – he came up the stairs and into the office quiet as a mouse and now he’s lying at my feet hoping that his sweet presence will make it unbearable for me to leave him for so long to go to work. I hate leaving him. AGH!