I've never hear anything but barking dogs when I'm out for the morning dog walk. It's always the same dogs — a little yippy-yappy one three blocks away that growls occasionally and barks for.ever, and what sounds like a much, much larger dog two doors down. I never see them.
Anyway, this morning I heard music! Wafting rather loudly for 6:something in the morning, from a house about two blocks away.
It's kind of weird because I just learned that my dad's coming for a visit and, until Karen Carpenter came along, Marty Robbins was my dad's favorite singer — at least, that's what we all thought.
OK, I'm off to sell a bunch of crap, um, I mean some really great stuff at a rummage sale (tomorrow, too)!