...as opposed to Where The Woozle Wasn't

Snow squalls this morning, with a brutish north wind knifing across the Island all day. So, in honor of a cold and windy Sunday, we went to Gore Bay for breakfast. Once there, we decided that instead of breakfast we would walk the dog and shop for groceries. Reason?..no restaurants open in Gore Bay on Sundays in May.

Yesterday we were both down in the dumps about Pax. Sue thought he had wrecked his operation by doing somethings stupid (which he habitually does), and me thinking the new surgeon had screwed up.

Today, though, there was almost no sign of injury and operation. He was happy, frisky, obstreperous—and all the time on four legs.

Last night's high water pushed flotsam almost up to the Zen spot.