A brief walk yesterday in the sunshine and biting wind. First time in a long while. Couldn’t resist the sun. So bright and beckoning. The wind, however, insisted on bitch-slapping my face. Repeatedly. Maggie and I made it to the tip of Whitemud Creek, and then she started lifting her leg. Not in a boy dog way, but in a I’m cold let’s get the hell outta here way. Not surprisingly, a 25 minute walk tired me out. Too much candy, too little exercise. I’m not who I was. Hopefully…two weeks off at Christmas will release me from this imposter…if only fleetingly. Maybe I’ll even be able to speak in full sentences again. Maybe.