A beautiful early morning for a walk. It was strange to be chilly.  

Oddly, I heard five different Shouters this morning. Those are the people whose neighbors want to go outside and clobber them into silence. They have nothing to say but they say it with volume and incoherence. It seldom works out if you try to say anything to them. They are either belligerent, under the influence, or Republicans. (Sorry, it was too easy of a joke to pass up.) The best revenge is to get a 12 volt battery and a motorcycle horn or used car horn and put it near their front door, drop the wire on the other terminal, and walk off. “STFU” works well as a parting note to leave attached. I’m just passing that along if you’re short on ideas. 

The fella in the picture waited for me just after the art building by the trail nexus. He made me go through the ritual of talking to him in a ridiculous tone of voice before he started doing gymnastics and let me run my fingers through his fur. I named him Fanta.