April 26, 2021

Sweetboi was sitting on his limb when I came into, the kitchen, perfectly silent. Perhaps he didn’t want to wake me. We greeted each other; I tossed him his neck bone, and the day began. 

Ann thinks the dance is ready for the stage. I have no expertise in judging that, so my confidence rests on hers. Danced with plantar fasciatus.  It is possible not to think of it.