For you youngsters, those are the first three words of Frankie Lane’s song, “Rawhide”. Back in the day–when Clint Eastwood was a relative unknown.
This week, I’ve had an unusually hard time keeping ‘them doggies’ (pronounced with a long O) rollin’! I putter. I write. I play slot machines. I’ve stayed on the WW program and shed the ‘airplane weight’. I just don’t seem to be very focused, though.
I’ve decided to let that be okay, since I can’t seem to change it.
Tomorrow, my agent, Irene Goodman, will arrive for a fun visit and some meetings. We’re going to hang out at the lake house. We’re very good friends, as well as long-time business colleagues, and we always have fun together.
I’ve done some nifty ATCs, a few keepers. I’m still trying to figure out a way to post them so you can see.
Back to work. I left Dylan in a VERY precarious situation.