lulu danced with the old mulberry tree. r. said you know you're teaching her to jump, but she does it naturally, she showed me, to my delight, i must say, but we have to teach her when to jump, and when to paws from jumping, like on certain insalubrious known strangers in the building, oy.
it wasn't so odd to be outside after two weeks. the sun was loverly, snow-warm, and the air was gentle (her hand). i'm anxious about walking four times moonday, but maybe by then i'll have the vitally necessary soleskin. i'm going to ask off the weekend, though i miss my mister awfully.