Tammy and I walked to Horizons from my apartment this morning. She’s in better shape than I am, as far as I can tell. I became more acquainted with the trails around here as well as getting some exercise. I didn’t exactly stick a gun in her ribs when we got there (ambling around rose gardens and taking pictures of roses was more my speed) but we hung about until the doors opened on the restaurant and I warmly encouraged her to feed me, which she did. Consider the meal rhapsodized about. Then we walked home. This time I chose, much to our satisfaction, a more level route.
She’s gone off to a family dinner and now I’m going to go back to an exciting evening of staring off into space, giggling vacantly, and folding laundry. (Doesn’t that sound bizarre? none of it’s true except the laundry.)