The mercury showing a chilly 2 degrees this morning. Bob and Sophie wake full of energy. Blue, completely cloudless skies and cold temperatures triggering something in their DNA that says this is PON weather. They head down the hill noses close to the ground, tails waving. Their master follows on more sedately. Thankfully, they pause to observe the cows in the field by the stream which enables me to catch up.
Back home they follow me round the garden.
To the bakers for some fresh meringue. A dinner at the Hayes Street Grill reminded us that fresh meringue, fresh strawberries and some home made butter milk ice cream is as good as it gets. Bob and Sophie discover meringue crumbs. From their enthusiasm it can be safely assumed that they think this has developed into the best day ever.
The butchers counter showcasing goat. I'd never thought of goat as a French thing. The duo are hurried by.
Henry Kissinger writes these two paragraphs about Jared Kushner in this weeks Time magazine. Perhaps it's the allusion to Icarus that makes me think this is diplomatic language at its most opaque. It is a masterpiece of obfuscation. You may need to scroll down: