At least today's afternoon outing made up for yesterday's crazy Grecophile guitar man [or as I like to call him, "load on a Grecian Urn."]Samson and I had a busy morning: a walk to the park, a stop at the bank, and a trip to the barber, where, miracle of miracles, there was no screaming or crying.
After a short nap (for Sam, not me, but only because I didn't think of it until it was too late), we spent the afternoon blowing bubbles, eating apples, kicking a ball around, and just generally enjoying a late summer day at one of the city's public gardens.
I'll miss this tomorrow when I am in my office catching up on e-mail.
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