I’m working in my son’s room this week. It just reached 50 degrees, and I’m a little chilled after swimming, even with hot tea. But of course, I still want to celebrate the cold.
So, I’m in here with the windows open, the curtains tucked into the rod, the light on. Normally, I don’t like lights on during the day, preferring good ol’ fashioned sunshine, but in here, I want as much light as possible. I want to flood this room with light and cool, fresh fall air.
Clover is in here with me. My long-haired dog is a total wimp when it comes to cold, and my short-haired dog prefers to stay outside regardless of the temperature, especially in the morning.
Oops. I guess Polo got lonely and wondered where we were. She’s just joined us. Now she’s licking Clover’s face. Soon the ear grooming will commence, and I will have to look away. I know it’s normal animal behavior, but that doesn’t mean I have to watch it.
I almost never see my front yard and the goings-on there and on our quiet street. Like my dogs, I can tell you everything about the alley since I usually work on the back porch. The view out this window is new for me.
