Walk me

I don't complain about the weather much. It just doesn't seem to make a difference.

But - behold - I complained a few days ago and it got warmer. Now, today, it's downright springly. This morning I did some work in a warm studio, then went and flew my airplane (second flight on the new engine).

I'm home now, my doors are open, the tulips no long come up with a grudge - this is a world, today anyway, where they belong.

More work to be done and a telepathic dog who is beaming words into my brain. The words are, "walk me. Walk me. Walk me."