Pat went into counseling today for anger, PTSD, and other things. "Pick me up at 3:30," said she at 2:30. At 4 she came out of the office. "I thought you'd come in and meet Pico, a certified therapy dog," she said. "Take me home,change clothes, and get to your beer tasting in Blackfoot" (20 miles north).

I do what women tell me because it's easier that way....