I was about to make an errands run and had just opened a garage door yesterday when I saw a friend walking by on the sidewalk.
We talked about baseball for a minute. Then I forced him to listen to me describe my recent leg vein surgery.
And we agreed that it was hot. "I'm sweating," he said.
He is usually accompanied on his walks by a small, personality-plus dog. I asked about her.
Oh, she's home lounging in her wading pool, he said.
Of the three of us, her agenda seemed to make the most sense.