I am in Ayacucho, a city I know well in the highlands of Peru writing about my recent travels and taking care of business (like laundry). I noticed my neighbors across from the hotel have a sheep on their 3rd story roof top . . . I see lots of chickens on roofs, first sheep . . . all the bleeting reminds me of growing up on the farm. And my feet are healing nicely - looks like I will keep all toenails, though one is a toss up, and the knee is feeling solid.