Getting Paged

Getting paged at 4:50 am on a Sunday is not fun. Hopefully I can go back to sleep. And my pager was in the kitchen so I didn’t hear it, but Lucy did, and laid on top of me to wake me up. Sweet smart girl (though really it’s only because she and the other dogs hate the sound of the pager.)

Good night.

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