Bad Hair Day

This is a very disheveled bird, feathers all awry. Maybe it's just a youngster. I took my first walk in awhile, only a mile and a half, but it was enough. It was wonderful to see the ocean! We surprised lots of rabbits on this grey cold morning, and a big fat quail who was standing sentry for a well hidden flock. Oh dear, is it a flock of quail? No.    A bevy. At any rate, we only saw one.

Then in a fit of something, I washed the bathroom floor, did several loads of laundry, and practiced piano. It feels a little bit like dancing the Tarantella: if I just keep moving maybe I will sweat out whatever has been slowing me down all week.