Route: Around the fenceline with a shortcut through the pasture
Distance: 1.25 miles
Time: 5:00 - 5:45 p.m.
Temperature: 28 degrees, which felt like 10. Either the weather station lies, or the cold is affecting me more as I age.
I shall choose to believe there is a problem with the weather station.
On the iPod: The House at Riverton by Kate Morton. Enough like Downton Abbey to satisfy my fix for period dramas of the post-Edwardian aristocracy until season three starts on Sunday.
Attire: Long-sleeved shirt, fleece sweater, jeans, baseball cap, two wildrags, quilted barn jacket with the hood up, two pairs of socks, sneakers, mittens. Think Michelin Man. And I was still cold.
Me: Smooch wanna go for a walk?
Me: I'll take that as a yes.
Smooch's seventh birthday is coming up in a few weeks.
Unlike some others we know, she doesn't appear to be affected one bit by her age.
I wish I knew her secret.
It might be eternal optimism.
The prospect of something or someone coming down the road keeps her young.
Perhaps lying on the frozen ground to take pictures had something to do with that.
Anyway, we detoured through the pasture and the corral to make our way home.
George came out to see who was trespassing.