Seeking

About once a week, a bird kills himself trying to fly in my house.  I suppose he thinks I live in a wonderful place and he might like to "lit" in my kitchen.    He should just be happy to live in the big ash tree in my back yard where I put out sunflower so he can eat when he pleases.  

It is really warm today.  I enjoyed a 2 mile walk and really wished to walk longer, but Laura and Astrid would have had to wait on me longer than usual.  My pace is slow and slower.  If I try to walk speedily, I feel my knee give way.  So I just try to trudge on at my own soft rate!