Lynxton, at both ends of the cradleboard; remnant of dinner on broken plate; airplane in the ring of the sun

Lynxton at the foot end of the cradleboard. It used to be that there was a lot of cradleboard extending well beyond Lynxton's toes. As you can see, the cradleboard is shrinking.

Lynxton at the other end of the cradleboard. I suppose he won't be in it much longer.

Margie and Lynxton, this morning, after he got out of the cradleboard. I wish I could tell you it had been a night of good sleep for us all, but it wasn't. Lynx had picked up a cold did a lot of fussing last night. 

On my morning walk today, which actually did not happen until shortly after noon, I discovered that someone had left part of a meal on the bike trail, along with the plate it had been served on.

After I passed the broken plate, an airplane passed me.

I probably won't post again until Tuesday. Sunday and Monday, I am going to conduct an experiement to see if I can determine what it is going to be like to reemerge into the world.