I am slogging, no jogging just now. I am working my way through the week. There is pain and fatigue and papers to grade. But I am here. I realized this morning how lovely the dogs and cat and bird are. They are always happy to see me.
The house is quiet except for me and the beasts. The bird is chirping and trying out new calls to get me over to his cage. Xena is snoring. Rufus is right at my feet, hoping I will pet him.
Penny is sleeping alone, worn out by the action. Norman is on the kitchen table and said hi when I came downstairs. I told him to get off the table. We have this conversation over and over and over and he wins. He is furry and cute and has a sort of kitty authority over us all. The fish is doing whatever he does. We don't talk much.
In any case, I am not alone.
Praise be to God for the Beasts.
Fish hater!
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