Now a fat Sunday is different than a fat Saturday - different feel all together. A fat Saturday must include a bit of the world in a saturday way - a Globe & Mail, a trip to the market, eating a lunch at home of things picked up at the market etc... But a fat Sunday means a trip to the cathedral. No, not that cathedral. OK - a trip to the opera only with smell-surround. A trip to the library of holy experiences. No need to keep you guessing - a walk to high head is all a fat Sunday requires. And this was a good one - long long overdue. Why we haven't been to high head at all since the weekend after Felix arrived in late August - and we didn't go very far because of the hurricaine and all. This time we walked to round rock beach and then Ron had a brilliant idea - he went back to the car and Felix and I walked all the way to Prospect. It started to snow at a certain point but that just added to the wonder. And Felix and I saw the only wild animal you're likely to catch more than a very fleeting glimpse of - a porcupine! We got quite close - it was very grumpy - they're always grumpy but I don't know why. Really when I think what they've cost Hoagy in pain and me in vet bills - you'd think I would have ...well but I didn't. I just melted to see it - so earnest and slooooooow.
So...dear readers...here are some pictures. Afterwards when we met Mr. Man with the car in Prospect we picked up extra milk and I made a big pot of hot chocolate. Yah!