After an overnight at PZ/Lisa's beautiful newish house, we arrived back to hot sticky weather and dogs who had partied a little too much while we were gone. The housesitter called the night before we left the Vineyard to say that they'd gotten into Alex's painkillers. Since she didn't know which one had eaten them all, both dogs got their stomachs pumped. They look none the worse for wear, but our poor housesitter may never do this again. . . .
The only important thing in the Journal since we left is this.
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Why are you letting your daughter read horrible things like that?
For God's sake, get her into something age appropriate, like Mein Kampf.
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