December 13, 2009
Better to write in the morning since the holiday season will get only busier and busier. As I look out from our master bedroom, there's a comforter of fog covering the landscape to the east. NPR is on the radio, we've finished all of our coffee. It's Sunday, unhurried, gray, not listless but not energetic, either. A small black cat walked on to our deck and the dogs didn't even notice . . . until they did . . . and then they both freaked out, wanting to chase the poor thing. We didn't let them out to do their fierce canine thing, pretending macho bravery.