This morning I am thinking again about friends.

I wrote about friends five mornings ago, and said that I don’t really know that I have many friends. I ended with saying, “Maybe I should just stick to dogs.” And since at this moment, my beloved beautiful fuzzball Samwise is curled up right next to me, I think that sticking to dogs is just about right.

But I also think that I do have friends. Good friends. Lots of them.

Because yesterday I sent out a call for help, and my friends responded. Immediately. And though I am sure that several of them rolled their eyes at El Sonorridor!, they didn’t give me grief for it, didn’t mock me, didn’t tell me it was stupid. No: they went to the ADOT website and commented that the new interchange should be named the Sonorridor. They encouraged me. They complimented me. They made me happy.

That’s a friend. My friends. Thank you all.