Another piece of cloth that arrived via the steaming pot.
Just finished the Cloud Atlas. First book by the author I am reading Liam Callahan. I was sobbing at the end--not able to catch my breath. I can see a man walking in this cloth- calling to the Wolf.
We, three, went out for our walk early. Riley is having a bath as I type. We are hoping he behaves while the professional person gives him a nice bath. Usually he is a gentle caring animal. And, because it's day time and not raining--we have fingers crossed that all will be well and he'll smell really nice when he gets home.--Just an email, Riley's bath is done and he is ready for pickup.
I stayed home to finish my book. It's due today.
It's cold today and windy. I think it rained overnight but not much. Gloomy. I have all the house lights on and my warm wool sweater. Not much chance for a delightful Memorial Day here in Maine.
Not much going on. I have nothing on my "dance card" for the day. Perhaps something warm to eat. I just don't know where I am right now. Drifting. Hoping that when I try to touch bottom my toes connect with the surface of the Earth.
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