I wonder what I will do the next five days of rain and storms regarding my and Maggie's walk. I have dreams of sleeping late and fixing late breakfasts. They say we will get flooding. I wonder if they will open the flood gates over at the dam on West Point Lake. I will be there with my camera if they do.
This morning was the usual. Maggie woke me up at the crack of dawn to walk. I sleepily put on my sweatpants and a sweatshirt. "Come on! Come on! Can we go now?" Maggie seemed to say with her impetuous wiggling.
There is one man who jogs every morning. He is not your stereotypical jogger. He is heavy set and sounds like he has emphysema he breathes so hard as he runs.
"Good morning," he will say as he passes us.
"Good morning!" I will respond in my happy, goofy, aloof way.
Well, let me get some breakfast started. Today is light fare. Toast and creamy peanut butter with a big glass of milk. To Maggie, this part of our morning is almost as important as the walk.
Addicted to this song. A song about reincarnation by such greats as Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash.