December 24, 1999 to February 13, 2012

RIP, Annie.

Our beautiful, feral, orange-eyed puppy died today. We exercised the omnipotent human option, thus sparing her a longer passing from cancer, which she was diagnosed with in early January.

She was probably the worst dog I will ever miss. Before she died today, she menaced the 18 year old cat and snacked on dirty cat litter. That's just the way it is.

Good friends

One definition of good friends: people who, when you just saunter into their homes on a Sunday morning, ask if you want coffee or tea and welcome you at their breakfast table. Even if you have been out sweating over miles of trail and road.

Time again to train for Bataan. Stu and I have been walking into town on Sunday mornings and showing up at random friends' homes for breakfast. This week we headed west from home into town and went south around A Mountain. Between biking and walking, we are getting to know A Mountain pretty well. Seems like it should be about time, after living in town for over 20 years!

We might have to take a week off -- Stu tore a ligament in his right shoulder and will have it repaired on February 20.