Stretching My Legs
April 11, 2009
This morning, I had a dog-walking date in High Park. The path was splattered with mucky tracks, moats of deep mud flanking the trails. After months cooped up indoors, the dogs were stretching their legs. And, after months of stuffing myself into a dozen sweaters and still feeling shivery, it’s time to lighten up and stretch my legs, too.
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Well Tailored Cakes and Neckties 
A morning date, with even the most charming companion, or the largest tea cup or the sunniest grass patch, still seems like the worst thing in the world to me right now.
In fact, it was awfully civilised! A girlfriend with whom I have only ever hung out and enjoyed liquor suggested we do something earlier, sober-er, and fresh air-ish. Lovely!