And finally, this morning it feels like summer. Work is done, the rain has passed and Winslow and I took a nice walk through the gardens. Then we talked. His head fell this way and that and his eyes told me of his happiness. Everyone else was still asleep, just Winslow and I having a moment. Winslow is my muse. His sincerity, his ability to communicate without words, the way he holds his head when he's listening, those ears, and how he looks right into me. We think we take care of him but, but really he takes care of us.