Rien de neuf ce soir. I dont feel like writing in french right now. I dont know why, I usually like it. It is almost 9pm and time for melatonines. A plane crosses the sky. Nothing new in the evening. Hubby takes the bad health news, now the lump too, of Billy,  very badly. He does not want to hear any of it. 

I will try to think of something else for the rest of the evening. Billy came to be petted and layed at my feet at the kitchen table. He is one cutie patootie.

Whiskey is asleep in the den and has been there all night. We are very blessed with his amazing fitness that 15 and 2 months old dog.