I had noble plans to rake up the leaves from the ash trees in the front yard this morning but the storm in California seems to have moved across the border. The dog nudged me this morning at 4 a.m. - I checked my watch - and, after wandering the house with her to see what she could possibly want, I watched as she returned to her bed. Mission accomplished.
Perhaps her wet nose was delivering a weather report.
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