odyssey

Dog's half hour walk becomes a two hour expedition when J2 wanders off course in the woods and emerges at the farthest shore. next to the cia, in fact. this obviously mandates a parental exploration of every other bylane in these 'ere parts, aided by unhelpful descriptions of unknown landmarks on a rapidly expiring cellphone battery and abetted by a non-current gps map. we finally locate each other after a three way conference involving J1's intimate knowledge of the locale thanks to his cross country days.

all i say is:

1. laundering his mud-splattered clothes has finally paid off, and

2. thank God the days are longer now.

3. thank God. period.

i will desist from uttering the choice adjectives that earlier crossed my mind.