Unfortunately, this is not the post I have been gearing up for regarding Harold.
It is about Harold, though.
This weekend, we are about a hundred miles from home. You’d think that I would, at this distance, be out of Harold’s reach. But — no. Whilst perusing Target in search if a birthday gift, we felt suddenly like we were being watched.
Gah! He’s right there! Wrapped in cellophane, even! Hanging out where a photo frame ought to be!