Highlights: I woke up with the SAD light around 6.15-6.30. Felt good to get an early start. For my sanity, routines that have fallen to the wayside need re-engagement, which is part of that. I must work the squats and pushups back into the routine without making neck issues worse. It was good to get a mediation in again, too. Jen got up, and we got out early with Scottie. I took Lucky for a solo walk today after returning with Jen and Scottie. He did wonderfully. We made it to just around the corner and returned before he got too anxious. He also cleared three days of intestinal remnants in 3-4 isolated stops. "Morning Constitution," indeed. I'll keep working with him daily. We are going to take him on some short day trips too. Maybe we will make a trip to SAC with both dogs for a visit after Jen's Italy trip, and it's pretty sure we'll take them both to Paso for our week in wine country in mid-October. Tommy "sort of" apologized without apologizing, but I'm keeping a safe distance because it's just the protective step I need to take. Radical acceptance that this will never change. VERY hard to put into action when the heart is incorporated into the desire for something healthy and rational, but neither is within reach. In theory, barring illness or accident, I should have about 16yrs time for him to mature or for me to accept he won't see me for who I am instead of who he needs me to be to feel better about himself and his fucked up childhood. Neither seems enviable at this point. But I'm prone to taking the present moment as fixed instead of flexible, and everything changes. Good and bad. Nothing stays the same. So much of how things are with him today are how things were with his mom and I for many troublesome years. That changed, too. Unexpectedly and irrevocably.