Relative Something

Today is the first day of the bike trip that I am not on. Color me sad about that. In seeking the best outlook regarding this dreary reality, I am currently focused on the fact that I get to sleep in my bed for the next week, instead of on the ground. Unfortunately, that falls far short of making up for what I am missing.

Cyndie is doing her best to entertain me by trying to beat me in a game of Scrabble on her iPad. Here she is scheming her next big word while Kitty opens one eye to see what I am doing. Kitty is being a good companion for Cyndie and has snuggled under the spot where Cyndie needs to prop her leg.

Yesterday evening, while I was enacting the therapist-prescribed daily 1/2-hour walk, it occurred to me that I would usually get a lot of walking in during the week of the bike trip. When we reach a destination, we tend to park our bikes and walk the towns. Sometimes we will walk a mile or two in search of an ice cream treat. My walks for the next week will have me thinking aplenty of the antics my friends will be engaged in without me.

I am missing them all, deeply.