It must rain tonight. It simply must. The ground is crying for it, aching, writhing in stoic aridity. Any change in routine would be cause for a grand celebration, a f te, a parade down Main Street. Dominoe , my faithful canine companion of the Dalmation persuasion, could care less.
Dogs can be so superior in intellect and virtue.
Texas is, well, big . The first milepost beyond the Louisiana border solemnly stated 630 plus change. It would take just short of an eternity to trickle down to 1. Belly-achin' ain't allowed in this here parts. Today, somewhere past Vernon, East Texas transmorgified into West Texas.