For starters, Glory was trapped in the garage for 12 hours last night. I don't know why she didn't start barking, but she rarely does (unless a car drives by or a FedEx guy comes to the door, or a few leaves fall off a tree). I was surprised when she never came to bed last night and was afraid she might be dead, but decided to wait until morning to discover the body. I heard one woof when I got up, but couldn't find her. And even though I was calling her name, she didn't bark again. So I'm guessing there are worst places to spend the night and she wasn't too miserable. Perhaps, had been August, she might have made more of a ruckus.

And after numerous screw-ups (two were my fault). I finally got fingerprinted this afternoon for volunteering at the teenage treatment facility, from this point forward being known as Krause House. Hopefully it won't take much longer before I'm cleared to begin working there.