Thursday, I had a dental appointment, then after that a doctors appointment, then after that, a trip to pick up my Honda where I had taken it in for repairs. I had given up finding an electrical problem and thought to enlist the aid of a professional who not only didn't fix the problem, but seemed unable to comprehend the problem. By the time I waded through that day, in days long past I would have had to have visited with Mr. Daniels before and after dinner. The next day though, seem to be going okay though. Then I took my old buddy into the vets office to have a nail tune up, I take him to the vet because he has a nail that was torn a long time ago, and needs special care in trimming, and they don't charge me much to do it. While I was in the little room waiting for them to come get Toto, a friendly looking old black lab stuck his head around the corner as they were bringing him in and looked to be saying how you doin' buddy. Toto greeted him, and the lab was taken into a room that I had not noticed before. They took Toto away to do his nail trim, and the vet came in and went in the back room, and was only there a minute, he came out looking a little stressed. It suddenly dawned on me, I had never seen any dog come in through the back door, and I realized that this was most likely the portal to the last roundup! As we checked out, I asked Brenda at the desk if that back door led to the last roundup and she confirmed that it did and the doc had done five of them that day before old Blackie came in. I kept seeing that friendly old face, and wondering about him for a long while after we left. He sure didn't look like he was on his last leg, but I reckon I'll never know. Later, my wife said, you know what I found a gift card that I had misplaced lets go eat somewhere. We decided on an Italian place since it was on the list of places honoring the car. As we turned onto the road that leads across town to the restaurant, we encountered a horrific wreck. Some sort of small car, and a pickup truck. The car was so badly damaged it looked like one of those cars you see on a truck along with a dozen others that have been squashed for recycling. To boot it was up against a telephone pole. When we returned from dinner, the road was still closed. I'm pretty sure some of or perhaps all of the folks involved might have been heading for the last round up too. Today, I'm gonna watch the U.S. Open, and try not to think about the last couple of days.