Happiness is a Pain in the Ass Dog Entertaining a Pain in the Ass Father

Short-lived trip to Syracuse, but enough time for my father to start howling at Karal, and Karal to howl right back. They kept is going for a while, each trying to out-sing the other.

Dad has new jeans, there are now three detergents for the washer, and we had a great dinner from Cicero Country Pizza. Aunt Bobbie, called, too, and wondered if dad was on the same medicines she was. He wasn't. I then asked her if she was on Viagra and Cialis like my father. I don't think I've heard her laugh that hard in years.  

Karal had two walks, played with all the neighborhood dogs, and wrestled non-stop in the house. By 9:05 p.m., she finally collapsed and fell asleep on the pillows lying being my dad and me while we watch Shawshank Redemption and mom played her arcade games.

Sad loss, Syracuse. For a little bit, there was hope for a win. Good game, nonetheless. 

But we are returning to Connecticut because books need to be read, projects need to be edited, grading needs to occur, and Tunga has EY to do in Stamford. 

Love you Syracuse.