The Blue House

It was clear and crisp this morning, everything so well defined. I woke up feeling kind of peaky, but Mr S convinced me that a nice walk cures everything. The cure lasted as long as the walk, and a nap helped the rest of it.
If they ever paint this house, we will lose an important landmark. It will always be the blue house, just like the corner in San Francisco where the Doggie Diner used to be. It's been gone for decades, but there's a crucial turn there for the shortcut over the hill, and we always turn at Doggie Diner.