Haloo faithful readers.

I'm in a funk. It's not really a FUNK funk like nobody wants to be around you. More like a funk where you just can't shake the feeling something bad is going to happen. I had a dream last night with plane crashes. I realized this morning that I've been dreaming of plane crashes for a few weeks. Let's look that up shall we? Ok, to dream of a plane crash implicates that I have set overly high and unattainable goals for myself and they are at risk of coming crashing down. Hmmm. They better not be talking about what I think they are talking about. That seems preferable to actually portending that a plane is going to crash though, don't you think?

Toby is growing fur and acting like a normal dog. His days are spent snorfing around for scraps and crumbs (of which there are many, lol) and knocking stuff over with his cone in the process. He refuses to be anywhere but where *I* am and on Monday the training collar goes back on and we begin work again on his training. He was so lethargic and out of it for so long that I gave up on training. Can't get a dog to sit properly if he won't even stand up, yk? Well, his behavior is on the downswing which is evidence of his feeling better, but most annoying none the less.

Scotland. Need I say more? 10 days. Stonehenge, Stirling, Edinburgh, St. Andrews, Brechin, Edzell Castle, The Blue Door Walk, Rock skipping on the river, The Bervie Chipper in Inverbervie, Dunnottar, Glamis, Stonehaven, Aberdeen, Indian food, the Orkneys, Skara Brae, Inverness, Loch Ness, Urqhart Castle, The Isle of Skye, Ilian Donan Castle, Uig, Dunvegen, the something-or-rather Brochs and then home again home again jiggity jig. Wow. CAN.NOT.WAIT.