My friend Ann Stewart and I have joined the gym at the Marriott Hotel up the road from my house. I need to lose weight and get in shape. She has problems with her back. The hotel has a workout room with gym machines and weights, but more to the point, it has a nice pool and a jacuzzi.
So we exercise and we swim, and best of all, we loll in the jacuzzi. I'd never been in one before, and now, I know why people have them. It's heaven, absolute heaven, to lower myself into the soft, warm water and let my fatigue and worries float away.
This painting shows the view from the jacuzzi. Aching and tired, I was stretching my muscles and staring out the window when I realized that what I was seeing could be a pretty nice painting.
Amos is still alive, and, in fact, seems a little stronger today, a little more with it. I know that this is hope against hope, but there it is. I patted his head and he seemed to know who I was, and even purred a little.
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