Morning and this time, with time to spare.

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I am by no means an early bird, but I decided to get up for the day. George has his shoes, and we may, or may not go out today. It all depends on his mood. He's been eating hotdogs like they've been going out of style. And, I don't know if it's because he's hungry, or because they aren't getting in his stomach like they should. If it's the later, the former would be true. So, it's something I've been watching. It's possible, since his swollow is slow, that he can't do it as well at night. But nighttime, an hour or two before bed, is when he's his hungryest. It doesn't look like it (if you look out the window, but the sun is up. Tom from across the street is working on his project. Just a normal day here.