Lest we get too proud of ourselves here, doing this “pause” thing every morning–you know, how I love to sit here looking out this window and talk about clouds and wind, and mystery, etc.—well…
The Mom’s reading this morning was an old bookmark that “mistakenly” didn’t get updated:
Okay Boss, very funny. Thanks for laughter and… humility.
This is me, doing my “own work” of keeping those nasty pompoms under the cabinet, where they belong.
I’m *not* sleeping! I’m *guarding*!
(Oh, btw, the picture has changed a little today: the clouds are brighter, and it’s only minus 12 celsius.)