We’re waiting…
Though things have fallen on me.
I had a little run-in with this on Sunday.

Cast iron. Very heavy. Sharp edges.
It won.
Remind me never to move a shelf again without first removing the heaviest contents from the highest shelf. Pain, blood, and three staples later, I’m still kicking. No concussion. If you were one of my Facebook friends hanging around on Sunday, you were witness to the blow-by-blow.
So here’s a somewhat cuter photograph.
Nina and Buddy’s tennis ball. A little worse for wear, but ready at a moment’s notice.
“Love my ball! Taking it back to mom to throw for me again. Oh . . . wait! What is that?”
“What’s that noise? Is it . . . HIM?”
“Wait, I need to focus. Let me spit this out.”
“Okay. Now I can really pay attention. YES! It is his car! And he’s going to be coming through the gate any second now! Must. Be. Ready.”