Cliff and I went shopping for a new drill press, since the ancient model Cliff has used for years finally shot craps. I took my Nook along, so while Cliff shopped for drill presses, I read my latest Harlan Coben book (Live Wire). However, when he was shopping at Sears, I went in to look at blouses that might be considered decent to wear to church. Why? Because most of my "tops" wardrobe consists of T-shirts, and that's a little too casual to suit even me.
I went looking for mushrooms this afternoon. I picked up five morels and one tick (that I know of).
This evening we watched Secreteriat on TV. I warned Cliff before we watched it that it might make me want another horse; I would never have ended up with Blue had I not read Seabiscuit. Sure enough, after Secretariat ended I found several very cheap young Foxtrotters on Craigslist. Cliff didn't seem agreeable to another horse, which is probably a good thing.
My back is fine. I'm pretty sure my only problem was the stooping and bending I've been doing working in the garden.
About Titan: I guess none of us realized that you are not supposed to walk a Great Dane puppy. You aren't supposed to play roughly with it. You shouldn't let it run. What kind of freak dogs have we humans bred, that you can't play with a puppy? It's a shame, because he is so lovable. We'll see how he responds to the meds. All I can say is, do not get a Great Dane. They will break your heart.
Tomorrow looks to be a perfect day for a motorcycle ride. Let the good times roll!