Dog on a Bench Makes Like a Statue

So I went for a long walk with my dog, Oliver Twist. At 4 years of age, the ragamuffin has a lot more energy–and stamina–than Henry, the King Charles Cavalier who descends from royalty. Continue reading

Pedal to the Metal

Which is why I told Jill we rode 25 miles yesterday, not 30. That’s it, 25. I mean 28. Actually, I’m going to say it was 35 miles, round trip, more or less. Continue reading

Elbow Heal Thyself

My arm is doing much better, thank you very much. Vastly improved, if I say so myself. There’s a smidge of pain when I extend the arm, but it’s so minor I barely feel it. And knowing that I’m on the mend–99.9% back to normal–makes me one happy camper! Continue reading