Celtic...I really enjoyed your photos. Especially that swirly one.
Lizzie...Sorry to hear about willie. I hope she gets over being so shy. It's so sad to see a cowering, scared dog.
All that talk last night about books made me have some really strange dreams.

I hardly ever dream or at least I don't remember them but I remember these.
Dream 1: I was flying in a jet that had just been repaired but they didn't get all the bugs out of it. The plane was in trouble. I hate flying because I have a fear of falling so that dream ended suddenly. I think the spaceship talk prompted that one.
Dream 2: I had a flat tire and stopped at a gas station to get it fixed only the tire was made of wood and had a crack in it so the mechanic said I had to
buy a new one because he wasn't going to put it back on my car. I wanted to kill him. That dream ended suddenly because I'm not a murderer. This one was prompted by our talk about murder mystery books.
Dream 3: This one was erotic but before I got to the good part it ended. Probably because it was going to be kinky. Shades of Gray. 8-o
Maybe today we could talk about Daniel Steele or Harold Robbins so I can have a complete dream with a good and pleasant ending.