I was trying to get a picture of the dog with her head upon my lap. Pajamas on, outside in the beautiful weather, book at the ready (The Hemingses of Monticello by Annette Gordon-Reed). My selfie skills are rudimentary and her modeling skills don’t exist.
All is well right now. It’s easy to be serene in the easy patches, and I’ll take it. The fall weather boosts my mood the way the summer weather boosts most people I seem to come in contact with. I can’t take the heat, and while I don’t like the cold, I’ll take it over the heat. But right now is perfect. My immediate friends and family and all doing well enough. My travels are over, I hope, until the summer or at least until the spring. My job is as good as something can be that I have to be paid to do, if you know what I mean. My meeting is healthy, my critters are strong and happy, and no I don’t feel (within a 99% margin or error) that hitting “post” on this will jinx any of it. It’s a well known fact of my life that “this, too, shall pass.”