was making me restive even if, as discovered somewhere in Madrid*,

Aggie’s double is living out a Spanish life.   Unfortunately the day after those Covid boosters we

were left a little flat; no walks, no pics but Wednesday built back better;

I followed a previously unknown alley to the water, looped back around

to “Izel’s Cove” and

home along G, gathering grapefruits [not shown] from the Fisher Hanlon garden.  Meanwhile

some of my sibs were wetly cycling** somewhere in France and though here we seemed

headed for record highs fortunately the water’s close, as are the Evening Comforts of Inkies.

So continued the daily rounds, ’round and ’round unto Friday, which

turned out to be the hottest day as

breezes cooled the weekend [spot the duck!] for barbecues in the industrial zone and though Sunday brought an unaccustomed headache with no walks no pictures no no no Monday

I felt sufficiently optimistic to move the little truck out and still make

it to the bottom of second before returning to couch and heating pad.

Another week: with house and garden cleaned

can a return to inebriation be far behind?

Hope

so.

Walkings, interspersed with my friend the heating pad, continued…this past Wednesday I

ventured out to discover Ray Lucid diligently at work down by the water…

Benicia, peaceable kingdom,

where a person [or persons] can finish out days among dogs in an Industrial Lunceonette

before mindless immersions in Jeremy Brett’s “Sherlock” on BritBox…

So it goes, or went. Slow and steady. -ish.

*As recognized by our friends Mary and Judy on their lengthy Iberian meander…

**The rest of the trip ended up nicely warm, sunny and civilized.