After a great evening with brother Gordon on Friday, we had some Saturday adventures. Chico went into the pool again. This time it looked much more like work, less like jubilation. I guess we'll have to find that in Christmas Carols. Increased activity brings increased pain. I find myself stupidly asking, "What is wrong?" as Chico grimaces on his way to the loo, or just lying in bed. Things are shifting again, like afternoon light.
Speaking of afternoon light, arriving home yesterday post swim and shop, we found a famous Bob StetZENmeyer blinking globe hanging like a plant on the porch. Once again the generosity and benevolence of a friend welcoming us upon our return warms the cockles. Thanks, Bobby. Your spirit twinkles here.