I awakened to find the deep draw behind my house brimming with fog this morning. It was beautiful, and I couldn’t help seeing it as something of a metaphor. Things I’ve been ‘in the fog’ about seem clearer these days.
The weather is cold, and I am grateful to be snug in a warm, well-lit house, with coffee on hand and the dogs nearby, snoring away. (Sadie has exercise today, and Mary Ann will be coming to pick her up around nine.) The cats have been outside and gone back to their mysterious business, whatever that is.
I had big… Read More »