david was tickled by comet's bobbing tail. he handed the ball to hilde. his hand got slobbery. mary came with a friend and played chess and the dogs went gaga. i got a cookie. both dogs pooped at once and we went back the same way. i got another cookie.

when i got back to my bike and rode off my tail end was dragging back and i had a flat. 
i remembered old penny bitching when i locked my bike to the front stair hand rails. maybe her ghost drained the air. 

so i had the flat tired feeling and started sadly pushing home then i though of the bike shop and gave it a try (after dropping my phone which fell to three pieces) and charlie said bring it by though they weren't open yet and he fixed it and also the brakes while i waited and took this picture noting how the squirrels incorporated peoples' old tubes into their nest and charlie said yeah they love the tired tree. here's a shout out to charlie of blackstone bicycle works so reasonable and kind. and so i was normal tired but not flat tired and rolled smoothly with tight brakes to my next walk with mister. it's kind of boring perhaps but i kind of like the rhythm of the words comprising a day. 
while the through line is deflation and it seems we are destined in a strange incalculable way to making the world more toxic day to day and the government is captured by corporate lobbies and war is barely background noise to the clanging of the local machinery, the sinking line is lifted by a strange and familiar elation rising unbidden in the middle of the tired revolving bespoke day.