updat on mister and my feet. i felt bad about being upset about mister eating shit, but now some time has passed i want to downgrade it to poop, which doesn't necessarily mean non-human, but maybe small human, for that's how my mind works, i get disgusted and subsequently i feel better as i shrink from my disgust. i actually was undisgusted  by the second walk. and i was walking smoothly despite my fears of a relapse into my sole affliction, or soles. my cousins stacey, shari and dr. ed seem to think it may not be so bad, it may be eczema. it was a rough day, but i'm still lucky, it could be a lot worse, the po-po zoomed by thrice and us unmolested, i found a blue chuck-it ball for lulu, mister's shitpoo eating is dimming, the light is growing, daylight slavings is sundy, and r. still has a few more days before she goes to skokie, which i remind her is not exactly like death, just a suburb.