I woke up on the couch again. I got wrapped up in my fleece blanket and fell asleep while Patti was crocheting and watching TV. It's all good though, a nap never hurt anyone.
Did my nightly patrol of the perimeter...that's security guard talk. (My dad is a guard at a local coal company). No chipmunks, possums, or coyetes in the area. It's a hard job keeping those miserable coyetes under control. They usually stay on their own turf, but once and awhile, they try to sneak into my territory. Those slealthy chipmunks; they boldly come into the yard after the bird feed. I mean, I can barely tolerate the birds, much less some furry little rodents with pin-stripes.
Time to go to bed. I think I'll head back to the couch.
(Who sang this blog title in the early 1960's?)
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