Fog and/or clouds anchor the morning. The birds are visible against the gray. Two turkey vultures circle on the ridge. The flu bug that was attempting to enter last night has blown on through. How wonderful sleep and dreams, both day and night.
I note that Tiger and Bella rise each morning, eat, go outside, come back in, then take a nap. They have no guilt on that. Both are curled up near me, asleep. I try and imagine life as a cat, and can't, and I am glad they are here with me to point out the many ways to be.
"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
- Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)
