Paul and I walked again today. The heron couple was doing their thing and the eagles are sitting babies and screaming from their nests. The tide was way, way out and someone upwind was manuring a field, but otherwise it was gorgeous, and quite warm.
Started some laundry.
Buster has been to the vet to get stitches. He is now dopey and disinclined to move.
I dropped off my library book. I read six paragraphs and realized it was for smarter people than me.
I read “Résistant quoi” to Paul. He enjoyed the rather rough humour in it.
Spoke to Keith. He’s coughing lots and afflicted with brain fog.
Me, eating the viscera of a Cerritulus mirum (a non sentient alien species) in the company cafeteria in days of yore. Photo credit Dave Deroy.
