This is Monday morning, but I rolled out this morning thinking it was Tuesday.  I wonder how such a notion gets started?  I suppose I’ll fight it all day and tomorrow I’ll have to deal with a week with two Tuesdays.

Mr. Black wa anxious to go for a walk this morning.  On morning, like this one, I don’t have what it takes to make it the full half-mile, so I cut it back to a quarter.  Sometimes less.  But Mr. Black seems not to notice the distance being shorter.  I don’t know if it’s because he’s simply grateful to get out at all, or if he has no concept of distance.

But Tuesday, or no, I’m anxious to get to Starbucl’s a get a cup of that Joe.  Tribute is my favorite, but it’s hard to find.

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