Went to frisbee last night. It was intro night, so we just played pickup games, and just learned how to play again. I, of course, managed to step in a rut and roll my ankle. It's sore this morning, but I'll live. The fields were also soaking wet, which isn't usual for our fields. While we were there, I saw a chocolate lab who was probably 12 or so years old. He looked to frail and sad, and was in considerably poorer physical shape than Spencer. It made me sad to think that someday Spencer will be getting old, and I'll be sad.