Fabulous weather. Pax and I walked down to the Sweet Spot this morning for a cappuccino, which we enjoyed al fresco, both as a test to see if we could remember how, and as practice for upcoming events. Later, after a short nap, I pulled the bicycle up from the basement, topped up the tires, and went for the first real ride of this fine year, finding it tricky at times when the water on the sidewalks came up to the pedals. And then, after grocery shopping, Pax and I went to the Prairie, where we have not been for perhaps the past six weeks on account of inclement weather. Today, it was awash, sometimes up near the tops of my boots. Just water, though, not yet mud, as the lower levels are still frozen solid. Pax had a great time, and smelled more smells—defrosted smells—than he has smelled in a very long time.

Tonight, his nose (and the rest of him) seem just a bit tired from all the wonderful exercise.