A Man on the Run

Walking. Well not quite yet. But this man loves the walker. He came at me full speed this morning - of course full speed for him is about one foot (literally one baby foot) per hour, (but what an hour it was).

He was cruising, at least from his perspective. Just look at that face - Mr. Energy personified.

Of course this posting and picture come to us directly from or at least on the heals of (so to speak) the breakfast ritual. For a more detailed portrait of breakfast as an economically bank breaking ritual, see the posting immediately preceding this one. (I hesitate to share the sneeze while holding a mouthful part of the ritual. I leave that part to your imagination. Anyone got a paper towel?)

After a big breakfast and a long (or at least it seemed like a long) walk to him, it was time to sit back and relax.

Man little David likes his big old leather chair, (not so old really, just compared to him). Oh yes, he has a lot to say about all this, early in the morning. He tends to pontificate about the small things (literally in his case), but I listen intently. He has a lot to say - just up to us to learn how to listen and understand.