I had a very nice morning with Dag . . . The two of us walked out of the neighborhood and around the soccer fields.  Actually, I handled most of the walking, but he did his little chimp-walk (elbows out, hands up) for about a block and a half.  At the park, I tried some pull-ups with Dag strapped to my chest and was happy to find that I’m not completely middle-aged yet, despite the predictions of my friend Max.  My cousin Amy, however, observed that even in the airport/homecoming pictures, I no longer look like a globetrotting Bohemian but like a dad, which at one point in my life I would have taken for a great insult but right now makes me feel quietly happy.  Amy is a great woman –and the source of the flowers beside Shasta and Dagim, above.