While Spring recovered from her non-avian flu, Monty and I went for a walk at Cherry Beach.
At Cherry Beach there were trees blown over by the storm last week, clumps of zebra mussels washed up on shore and dogs racing around extolling the joys of the season. Monty met many a friend.
And then we came home and I worked and watched television, Spring read and Monty snored.
Anyone have more exciting stories to tell about their Sunday?