D.O.P.-T.

Chron weather guy was right—I was back in long sleeves today.

For some reason the dog was spooked last night. She wanted to go out last minute when I was all ready for bed, and then balked at the top of the steps when the housemate took her out on leash. Then she skulked in my bedroom, facing the door as if she expected some grue to stalk in out of the dark back garden with fangs dripping gore and come for her and me. So I lifted her onto my bed, where she determinedly attached herself to me. She took some time to settle down, first resting her head on my chest, then turning around while digging one paw into my midsection, and for a while she was panting. Finally she decided to curl up with as much of her arse pressed against me as she could. Maybe it was the temperature drop that had already started. Maybe someone's pet iguana or something else odd-smelling was loose within scent range.