Today I slept in until 2 pm and then did the walk of shame in the sunlit gap between the houses. That reminded me of when Ruth brought over the table and the microwave last Spring. I made her walk in the cool stoney gap between the houses where the big gate opens to the apple blossoms. And the moral of the story is that when the gate smacks against the side of the house the turkeys sqawck. It never gets boring.