One sleepy dog




They do wear each other out. . .We got out of school for ice today so they are glad to have some of us home. I was glad not to drive again! Late nights in Prestonsburg on Wednesday make for sleepy Thursdays.

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Heidi Haverkamp said…
Hey Miss Austen -- I've started up with Anglicamp again. I don't have your email address, so I thought I'd just let you know here. God's peace.
January 30, 2008 at 5:14 AM
Rev. Jane Austen said…
That is so great! I have missed you!
February 11, 2008 at 7:23 AM
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