Linda had a very, very late night at church because she stayed after to talk to her deacon. She did not get home until one hour past her normal time. That means Chimmie was holed up in the bathroom for 4 hours this evening. Since it's now after 11 p.m., she really did not feel like walking us. Instead, she took the flashlight and carried us into the backyard to run and play. She sat on the deck stairs while we acted all brave and explored the darker corners of the yard. She tried to follow us with the beam of light, but it was hard keeping track of us both. It was kind of like playing flashlight tag!
