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A new day. A new life continues.

“I’ll be back soon,” I whispered through the door of the van.  Xena was still asleep, it was only 5 in the morning, I couldn’t see her in the dark interior.  Rosie was awake, sitting next to Xena’s head, wagging her tail.

“Sunshine,” I said.  Rosie was bright yellow this morning.  It was probably her color leftover from the sunflower farm we visited yesterday.  She was like a chameleon it her color choices.  At least when she was with Xena.  She might be a bright blue later in the day if Xena went swimming, but only for Xena or myself, not for other people for then she’d be a normal brownish color.  What could I say, Rosie’s as much a mystery as Xena.

We planned on staying in Pittsburgh until the 15^th  when the Walnut Festival started in Winfield.  Xena wanted to put in some heavy practice on her ukulele before we reached the festival, I was supposed to plan the mandolin.  Well, we’ll see about that.  I don’t have the music in me like Xena.  I can play but she hears music all the time.

I went for my run that morning and returned to have some breakfast with Xena and Rosie.  You had to include her in all your plans.  She seemed to know if you didn’t and moped if you slighted her in the least.

I was gonna post these paragraphs last week but we left Kansas in a hurry.