Dog walk in the morning and who should appear but the neighborhood's black dog at the crest of the hill. He wags his tail as he sees me and my dog, Bodhi. They are old friends. They jump and play and he follows us home for a treat of hot dogs and then he rests a while in my front yard.

Later there was a frustrating attempt to compile a mailing list for our upcoming exhibition, eastprospect. Then there was blog writing and an early night as we have Saturday plans in the sun.