The Livin' Is Easy.

I have woken up, for the second day in a row, with the door to the balcony wide open. And remarkably, I am not sweating like a--like a big sweaty animal that sweats a lot. I suppose this means that it is less than ninety degrees again, though I have not actually consulted a thermometer.
We took the dogs to the river the other day. As you can see from the photos, Kilgore is a swimmer, while Wyatt has a decidedly unswimmer-like build.


He weighs about 45 lbs., but his legs are so short that his belly nearly scrapes the ground while he walks, so rather than get in the water, he crouches, catlike, until KG gets out, and then pounces on him as he comes up the bank. All in all, it is good fun for everyone.




I could not help but notice, as we walked into the park from the parking lot, that the city of Athens has taken a stance against outdoor smoking in the park. You should also know that there are BBQ grills dispersed throughout the park, so the issue is not, obviously, fire hazard. It's nice to know that I can bring a bag of smelly, chemical-soaked charcoal, set it aflame, and pollute the whole park with charring meat fumes, but that should a person attempt to light a cigarrette, the authorities will be alerted and said person issued a fine.

The practice of men and boys hooking up with married and/or closeted gay men and buggering them in the woods also remains unchecked, by the way. I am glad they've got their priorities in order.