Back from my walk. I saw several rabbits and was ignored by a pretty white cat.
I’ve had my breathing treatment, so ostensibly, I’m ready for the day. All I need now is my hibiscus tea, and read a bit more in “Journey.” You must be farther along that I am, but the northern plains have been known to have snow and hail in July and August, if weather conditions are right.
(I wish Jamie was here to do my hair. This last cut was an insult.)