First a meeting with my lawyer. I was early and so was she. We had a good session. Sort of an 8-year check up.
Then I got my exercise in – walking around the old neighborhood. Every time I go by Carlton’s last game tennis court and see that the sign is still up, it makes me happy.
I had a sandwich, an orange, and a bottle of water with me. So, I stopped for lunch at this fine outdoor living room/dog park. Trust me, there were dogs. Big dogs. Little dogs. All very well-mannered city dogs.
Then it was off to the dentist. No problems were found. Finally, back to the asylum. 5+ miles. 13,000 steps. And, two things were accomplished. The Lawyer and The Dentist.