Under the Awning

Like sheltering arms, the overhang of the plaza stretches to my left and right. Safe from the rain. Shade most of the day. It captures the wind so my world won't blow away.
Who am I kidding?
Today, I've nothing to say.


This morning Nice, the World, and I walked longer than we were told. He led the entire way. I wrote the doctor and asked if we are going to fast or should ratchet back. Nice is gaining agility each day. I rub him down after each walk. He seems to be loose during the day, while he basks in the sun then moves under the shade of the awning. then back. One more month until the final ex ray...
Have a Nice day.