We walked for an hour. Though not as far as usual. We blame NC, Brexit’s dog, who decided to mark her spot every third mail box. Brexit was beast mode pushing three kids in a stroller with a ruck pack on. Posse got tears thinking of the good ole days (kids in strollers). I made walking a dog with a pink leash look good (no surprises there). Radar was ever free of the early morning cow lick. Lots of second F. I kept my inappropriate jokes to a minimum around the kids, even as brexit kept unknowingly lobbing softball after softball at me (who describes their trails as thin and lacking, seriously). Enjoy the rest of your Sunday.