Back, back at the ranch where the deer and the buffalo roam. Something like that. Back at the red leather couch the source of all blogginess. I don’t really feel like I am back home til couchiness combines with blogginess. My spell check loves me.

Ah, time to gear up for the Thursday morning walk. And I did one lap instead of three. But happy I got that done I guess.

What do I have to say today? Seems I have to coax it out. Steve-O was just here with his faithful dog Rasmus for a few days. They took off yesterday morning. But I did get them to commit to be here for the Oasis in August. Rasmus is three years old now and such a beauty. He reminds My Rebecca and me so much of, you know who, our beloved Sturé. So, Rasmus, the spirit of Sturé, will be enchanting us as he is streaking through the neighborhood.

OK, off I go. Off to make a difference.

streaking loves, Felipé.