• Sleepy Sunday Meditations

    There’s something about a rainy Sunday where you don’t actually need to leave the house. Oh sure, you could leave the house. There are always groceries to get. You could clean out the car. But. But you could also get those groceries tomorrow, and the car is always going to be messy anyways, and Monday is lurking around the corner peeking impatiently waving it’s list of things to do and hefting its bucket of stress, and anyways, it’s raining. We flew in this morning from a quick two night trip, and after a nap, and a proper dog cuddle, my sweetie decided it was of utmost necessity to make home…

  • Beagles, Bunnies, and Inevitabilities…

    We’ve become aware, recently, that a little gray bunny has taken up residence in the big bush in the back of our yard. What a terrible place for a rabbit…a hound’s house. Really. I keep telling it, every day that Milo bolts down the stairs trying to sniff it out, that there really are better, quieter yards to call home. To be fair, Milo, every single day, sniffs and sniffs around the entire yard before remembering that it lives in the bush. He’s like a long eared goldfish… “Ooo look, a castle!” So, one can’t really blame the rabbit for holding out, and probably betting on being smarter and faster…