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Feb. 20, 2024

Carol is out of town for a week.

Photo by Eric Coble

Lightning Bug and I go for a walk in the spring-like late afternoon sunshine.

Less than one block from our house she has somehow found a small incline of mud and slipped down it, covering her bottom and hands.

She looks tearfully at her hands and says, “I don’t like this.”

“I agree,” I say.

And while I am fishing out a tissue to begin clean-up, she wipes her muddy hands all over my jeans.

Things are going well.