August 4, 2002
It’s a rare peaceful Sunday morning. No pressing work to be done. Brandi, my boxer puppy, just ran up to get a hug and give a kiss. She is looking for the kids to play tug rope with. Bono, my huge black cat, is flat on his back, his belly exposed, hoping for a rubbing. U2 is playing in the background as I prepare to bring out my watercolors and paint the morning away. This afternoon, I will prepare a special dinner for the family. This will be our last quiet Sunday for awhile. School and activities will soon intrude.