After dinner, I lay on my back on the Animator's newly built garden seat, reading my book and gazing up at the Tiffany Blue sky. Oh that the rump end of every week was as good.
Sadly not everything is peachy in Shazzyland. On a walk with a friend earlier, her delightful but boisterous woofer ran into me and knocked me down a hill. Nothing is broken but I am incubating several bruises and it hurts to put weight on my right ankle. So no exercise for a few days (and yes, I should feel worse about that than I do).