With the dirty snow walls still there in White Plains and some parts of Manhattan (and I’m sure Brooklyn, the Bronx, and Queens, too), I’ve got my heart set on spring.
I am looking forward to longs walks with Oliver outside and returning to the cabin in the Catskills.
The city has the dazed looked of someone after a rough surgery. Glad to still be here but not sure what to do.
I just spent 30 minutes combing Oliver’s tangled soft hair. It soothed him (even though he squirmed at points), and it soothed me.
Dog love is as deep as human love, I’m finding out.