We went to a new, to us, restaurant a couple of miles from here, it's been here for several years and we kept telling ourselves we needed to eat there, so today we did. It's primarily a breakfast place, though they're now serving lunch too. And as breakfast is their speciality you'd expect them to do it well, and they did, eggs cooked just the way I like them, scrambled to death, enough ham to feed a small family, toast that wasn't dripping in butter and best of all, hash browns that tasted like they'd been julienned and cooked on the spot and not dragged out of some freezer, and even better they weren't greasy. Mac had corned beef and eggs and his was equally good. It appears to be a family run place, not a chain and that's a big plus, so we'll be going back.
When we got home Mac saw waves in the pool and realized that something was in the pool and it couldn't get out----we lost a much beloved cat that way, so he rushed out and grabbed a net to quickly fish out a squirrel who barely had his nose above the water. He, the squirrel, lay on the deck exhausted barely breathing, Mac wondered what he should do, but Lord knows you don't want to give a squirrel artificial respiration--who knows what that might lead to--but after a while he began to move around, drying himself off, but still appearing rather shaky. Mac has put some bird seed and honey out for him and we're hopeful he'll be ok. He's now sitting on the edge of the deck and looks almost normal.
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