A mellow three-mile walk and a little swim today, after yesterday’s 3 mile run with the bike: we have a whole season’s adventuring ahead, Gilly, I tell him, when he hops around like a two year old who has to pee, begging for another walk or play or something! now! it’s spring! We have to ease into it so you don’t break.
The boy’s feeling downright perky, heading into his 12th summer.
Now if I could just persuade him that this new habit of telling me I didn’t just give him supper an hour ago isn’t going to work.