My second Noah Drinkwater mystery has made it through its final edit and the next step is to publish it. I'm already dreading it. To take my mind off the process, I took my little dog Lex and went for a walk around our neighborhood, exploring new territory.
About half-way through our walk, I met a friend with his dog and asked him if he knew how far we had walked. He told me he thought it might be a little over a half mile. I was pleased and worried. Pleased because we had walked so far, and worried that I might have to carry my little dog home.
We continued our walk and Lex, who's quite the little trooper, walked the rest of the way with no trouble. I feel great, but poor Glen, not expecting we'd be walking that far, saw our friend and asked him if he had seen us. He pointed out our probable location, and Glen, reassured we were all right, neither lost nor lying on the sidewalk somewhere, went back into our house and calmly waited for our return.
It's been a glorious day in Southwest Florida.

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