after getting soaked this morning and feeling rather moribund after freezing last night in the crepuscular garden with the eerie absence of snuffed bunnies and talk of the big rise in suicide, i really needed a good swim. and boy howdy mister and me had a glorious one. he was so excited by my cookies he fairly floated on cookie love to the beach, and coming out he was all consumed with the one cookie left which he always seems to think means there must be one more. when he chomps that one and i say there is no more cookie he can't reconcile the concept of no with the reality of cookie and therefore only hears more cookie and even the absent cookie is cookie and keeps him happy, plus the invigorating, rejuvenating energy of the water. he ran like a pup. in truth, i was chasing him home. now we are in our separate abodes i think of him swimming after me and me chasing him, and i think we must both be good and tired and happy.