Tuesday afternoon

It's a sunny over-sixty today.

After a morning in town doing errands, I'm home. I took the dogs-- all three-- for a long slow walk and brought them back panting.

And now, I'm cleaning up chapter eight, Puccini in the CD player, Shadow splayed in the sunlight behind me, Soco curled up on a dog bed, Dido-- well, let's hope she's not on the couch. They haven't so much as whimpered in the last hour.

It's a good life.