Damn. The death of the fully-vaccinated Colin Powell is a real eye-opener. And I question my assumptions that the friend who died of COVID last month hadn't been vaccinated, simply because it's what killed him. I don't know his family and haven't asked, but clearly the answer could be more involved than a simple "no." Note to self: #NeverAssume. I started going back to the gym in early summer, but stopped as COVID rates rose, and had recently been thinking I might try going back. This nipped that idea in the bud.

I'm still doing the home Hinge exercise program (for several weeks I've done six days a week, my next personal challenge is to get up to seven days a week and maintain that level) and I'm changing how I walk the dogs; I took the old Labrador retriever out for a walk before dinner last night, just the two of us, and interestingly, he didn't drag behind like he does when I walk all three dogs. He trotted along beside me and noticed any time my hand moved near the fanny pack where the treats are stashed. I think he simply prefers the one-on-one companionship of walking with me (he walked as the solo dog with his former owner, Susie, for his first three years). So the plan is to walk him before dinner and walk the girls in the morning. I didn't get up early this morning, so we'll take a walk before my lunch.

I know the source of some of the dog hair and displaced furniture - this morning the 2-year-old and the 14-year-old are wrassling (somewhat different than "wrestling," this involves lots of grunting and play growls) throughout the house. Apparently obstacles like chairs and table legs add excitement to the game.

Trash made it to the curb in time today and it includes a large amount of forest floor sweepings and air filters out of the heat pumps. Every year it's interesting to mark the change from cooling to heating - we're not there yet, but soon.