Thursday, September 22, 2022

Routine

I don't  know why Tap and I so often come across single shoes on our walks, but we do.  Today's exhibit:

Every time we get home, Tap jumps on my bed and rolls and kicks and stretches for a couple of minutes,  :
roiling the covers, and then:
The Crash of the Very Tired.

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