The day I came home from surgery, Al started acting completely normal again. As a reward we re-instituted his backyard privileges, a place he finds so exciting he feels the need to collapse into the first patch of mulch he finds. Lolling around in it ’til he’s good and caked in a thick layer of dusty splinters, Al gets this expression that if he could talk, would probably sound just like this: “Oh.My.God.OutsideisthebestplaceEVERIneverwanttoleavesurelyyoudon’twantallthis
crapinsidesowhydon’tyouleavemehereandi’llseeyouatbreakfast?”
It’s a little goofy. It doesn’t really have a ‘theme’. It’s just whatever I'm thinking about today. Most often, it involves my very geeky tendencies and job planning events. Sometimes it’s silly, sometimes it’s serious and sometimes it’s sad. 
I’m glad that Al is feeling better. How ’bout you?
Al looks great . How did you ever get that picture with his tongue out