We’ve yet to see any fall color here, but on Sunday the sky was clear blue.
Zen-Den and I decided to go to a city park for a mosey.
It seemed like a sensible thing to do.
You see, Zen-Den, who sprained his ankle a few weekends ago, was just getting back to walking without a crutch.
And I had twisted my knee while mowing the yard on Saturday morning, meaning I was moving slowly, too.
So, not wanting to let a glorious day go to waste, we hit upon the idea of going to a nice flat park.
Where we hobbled ourselves around, park bench to park bench, taking photos and laughing about how we’ve somehow morphed into old people.