mister was feeling fine today. when we went south by the marshy spots they keep trying to mow i sang you make me feel like dancing and he looked over and smiled and ran dancing. somebody asked if i was doing better and i wondered what i said to make them ask and i said i'm pretty stable. i think some stuff i say in here may indicate otherwise, but it doesn't matter, in here my only trouble is trying to say what i feel, and sometimes it gets garbled up with shitty news of the world or my own inscrutable fluctuations. i think i might say more about the dogs and the people i meet, and the rhythms of the walks. these are the things that harmonize the local and mitigate some the dreadful news of the world. when i am local and attuned like the dogs i'm almost free and happy.