ok, it's a little cooler. i nodded off. i have scattered cloud thoughts. happy to get back to the water with mister. he's still fluent in the water, and it helps him move on land, inspires him. like me. it's a joy to swim together. 
a friend rode along past the fenced holes looking for us. something went wrong with his golden and they threw some heavy meds at him that caused neurological damage so his rear end is disconnected from his brain. he's sad he can't get him back to pebble beach. but he may get a chariot like mister's. he asked about mister, saw him running, happy, and i said he's doing so good, apart from his skin affliction, he doesn't need his cherriot now. 
my laptop's hot. i may hafta like nafta stop.