Wednesday morning, a cold, clear, blue sky, ahead of another arctic chill. Red is out on  his morning rounds, he weakened a bit today – struggled to eat, had some diarrhea, looking very tired.

I won’t take him to the radio station today, more days of complete rest. I keep thinking Red is all better, but he isn’t, not yet. He is not yet himself.

He does love to just sit by the sheep, he doesn’t do any running. That is the new work of Red.