We are getting ready for a walk it looks like, says Whiskey here, coming to investigate what i am up to at the computer. Nina Simone is blasting , Nina Simone sings the blues album and I am having a wonderfully autistic (ah ah) time with my pets. Billy is so very very smart: when I am wise, he reads my thoughts and sits and lays down for treats and even starts shaking paw without me asking for it. Old man whiskey got a back and foot rub on his old body full of pain presumably. Tummo and Billy met again and again and shared their insights into everything. Whiskey watched me all along.