mister gets half an apple. i get the other half. apparently he was 4 lbs over his normal weight, but lost it in a week. mac properties, owning much of hyde park now, uses the worst purple salt. mister's feet were burning. he was limping but we made it to the island and did an island loop. we missed the birders but one, r. who caught up with the flock. the bird leader pat sent home some moon pumpkin cookies for mister. my feet desperately try to create new skin as the old fails and cracks. i made it ok. each step is deliberate now. i walk with tinea. the fact of life. mister's mom gave me some salve of olive oil, comfrey root, oak bark, marshmallow root, mullein, walnut leaves, gravel root, wormwood, lobelia, skullcap, bees wax, coconut oil, pine pitch, made by benedictine monks, and the number for a natural healer. this is good, real good. yesterday i wished for a natural healer. i'll call the healer today. i'm going to learn how best to live with this strange companion in my skin. it may be a life sentence but it's not a prison and i don't think it will defeet me.