It’s 8 PM on this Friday night, and I find myself ready to go to sleep, which is often a rarity for me. But for whatever reason, it has felt like a long week this week, and my body seems to be saying it could use a break. I’ve been re-reading simple sentences three times in a row frequently today, and I have had to repair every other sentence I have written because my typing skills are already asleep.

So how do I make this entry qualify as a short but worthy post for today? I guess I can summarize the best part of my day.

Tonight, right after work, I drove up to my sister’s house to drop off some dressing I had made for us a few nights ago.

My sister and I both think dressing- or stuffing, however you call it- baby itself, or with gravy, is the perfect breakfast addition and midday snack.

When I handed it off in her house’s entry way, her and her husband were just getting ready to take a walk, and they asked me if I would like to join them. “Sure.”

So we bundled up and they each grabbed a dog on a leash, and then we left their house to make a quick circuit around their neighborhood.

The thermometer said the outdoor temp was in the low 50’s but with a stiff breeze, it felt much colder.

The Sandias were painted orange where sunlight was hitting exposed knolls and walls of granite. A long baguette of a cloud extend west from one of the mountain’s peaks.

We walked roughly a mile around a lopsided square as the darks barked another passing canine three times their size across the street.

We talked about work and COVID and theories of its genesis and its impact on work and schools right now.

The sun fell, the temps dropped a little more, and then we were heading back up the last leg of our walk to their house.

The important things I note in telling this story is that today my sister got some stuffing.

For me, I got to get some exercise and some social time with my sister and her husband for a little while. To me, both of these things have great value in this wacky world we live in today.