Two weeks have passed since Nice (the dog) sprained his wrist while playing tug the leash. We have been visiting family and I have had the world out in Monroeville, Pennsylvania where my diabetic, 86 year old uncle lives. We walked a short distance together. The world got soaked there by a sudden hard rain, so when I arrived to visit my sister in Arlington, Virginia I had to get it out to let it dry. We walked for hours . I inflated the world when I arrived in Louisville. I saw my son. I walked the 2 1/2 mile loop in the park where I first began playing with my boy so many years ago. I reflected endlessly about how this toy-world has changed my life and has inspired others to change. Nice (the dog) has healed well and is anxious to walk more than a couple miles a day. He hasn't shown any signs of a limp in a week and is stronger than when we began this journey in the beginning of August. It is time to continue, before he pulls my arm out of socket.