Saturday

Last night, one of the railroad bridges was burning, and this morning a big crew is working to repair the damage. Chances are that it was set, as there was another fire a few hundred yards to the south on Wednesday. Meth heads are living out there, in a new cave dug into the earth, fifty feet from the bridge that burned. I'd like to see those scumbags rousted, so locals can swim and fish there again.

I was advertising on Google, and quickly realized that they were manipulating me to spend more and more money. I moved to Bing, which has 1/3 of the search engine market, but the cost per click is about 1/10 of Google.

I can't get over how freaking happy Halo always is to go on our twice-a-day walk. He doesn't race around after squirrels like Pogi, but loves, loves, loves walking.