What Happened?

I’m downstairs in my spare bedroom as I type this, walking my dog on his treadmill. Truthfully, I’d love to take him outside for a spin, but it’s currently -36 with the windchill in my city, and neither the dog nor I have enough hair to cope with that kind of cold. Sometimes Sherman’s treadmill…

Arrrrrgh!

Well paint me green and put me up in a garbage can. You can call me Oscar, if you really want to, but I’ve had enough. Here comes the grouch, with gusto. I wrote last week about trying to find a new tenant. I still don’t have one, and the current, soon to be former,…