August 28 marks the date seven years ago that we adopted our Gillie Girl into our family. Supposedly she was three years old at that time, so that makes her ten years old. She’s a pretty good dog for the most part and, along with Phoebe, will miss me when I go back to work on Wednesday. I think they have enjoyed having me home to let them in and out all day long.

I also did some other errands today—took three expensive pairs of wool socks that I never wore on my trip back to Copeland’s at Clackamas Town Center. Then I negated that credit when I had to get gas for my car. But then again, I hadn’t bought gas since 8/3 so I guess that’s not too bad. I also stopped by the UPS Store to drop off some really expensive pants I was returning to LL Bean. I found other comparable pants at 1/3 the price at Andy & Bax when Nora and I went shopping before my trip. If I never wear those other two pairs, I’m still ahead of the one pair from LL Bean. I just couldn’t justify keeping those expensive ones.