A Nice Day For A WalkThough the warmth of Spring comes late to the Adirondacks, a pleasant day in early June brings inclement heat.
I have mercifully requested a more modest and therefore quick morning enema. Reggie then receives his sustenance, spoon fed by Nurse Peggy. In suggesting a reprieve from an otherwise repressive schedule of constant bondage and heavy exertion, he has been returned to his chair where normally he awaits the late morning arrival of Monica and the beginning of many hours of exercise.
I push the remote control so Reggie can hear. He is surprised by the sound of my voice, expecting Monica.
“Would you like to go for a walk Reggie? It’s a nice day.”
Not only has Reggie not seen the outdoors in many weeks, he has not seen anything. I have mandated he be kept hooded,
