I have to stop doing this: reading late. Working on a jigsaw puzzle late. Hanging out with Henry by my side late. Because my pooch does not sleep in the next day to make up for it. My pooch will wake after 6 when the garbage trucks rumble over to pick up trash. And he will come to my side, put his front paws on my bed and wag his tail eagerly, waiting for me to say "good morning Henry!"
Out we go.
My beautiful morning pup!
We have two warm days before us, then we return to the January normal. The kids are off from school and parents have made other arrangements for their care, so I have a day of catching up before me.
First, breakfast.
And a hug.
No, I mean a real hug. With a few belly rubs. He never has too many of those.
Then he's off to play with his dog pals, and I am off to do my run of chores. A haircut, which, as always, is by the Lesser Lake. Remember the Lesser Lake (it's not really called that)? A few bold fishermen who seem to have unwarranted confidence in the strength of the ice cover.
Then the farmhouse for a long overdue visit.
I refrain from commenting on Ed's work on a jigsaw puzzle. (He once thought it was messy. But of course, the play room where he has it scattered is otherwise empty. Of toys.)
He tells me he's catching some vitamin D in the sunlight. But honey, vitamin D does not pour in through glass! It doesn't? No, it doesn't.
Get gas, do a quick clean of the really gross by now interior of the car. And home again.
And what do I do? Go out on the balcony and sunbathe. Yes, sunbathe. I have had surgery on my face less than a week ago because I'd spent too much time out in the sun without protection. The wound hasn't healed yet and here I am sunbathing?? Without protection?
I blame Public Radio and the medical professional interviewed on it: he said, convincingly, that up here in the northern climes, we do not get enough Vitamin D in the winter. Yes, we can take supplements. But he himself still tries hard to be in the sun daily (15 minutes, without protection) because the sun's benefits extend beyond just pumping us with vitamin D. Unfortunately, I was pulling into my destination so I dont quite know what those additional benefits might be (I surely know the downsides!), but still, it sounded good to me. Fifteen minutes with a litter of seed casings and bird poop at my feet. It was, in fact, bliss!
I pick up my exuberant Henry. Happy to be coming home, hungry for his dinner, hungry for some treats and dog stuffies, which he tears apart expertly. It is, in fact, a beautiful evening.
with so much love...
