When did I start the mandatory dog walk in the evening? Sometime in April or May, it looks like. It seems like forever ago, but it wasn't really.
But now it's permanent--they expect it and won't settle down until they get it. Today--walking in one hundred degrees temperatures at seven p.m.--I realized that in about three months, this won't be an abominable chore but a pleasant walk in the cooling breeze. Just three months. Maybe four.
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