Missed my chance to post this morning. A bit of brevity in light of heavier news and work. Three guesses how I spent my morning.

Missed my chance to post this morning. A bit of brevity in light of heavier news and work. Three guesses how I spent my morning.
Dedicated with love to my wonderful bride, whom I adore.
Today’s poem brought to you courtesy of that horrible feeling that hits you in the gut about 15-30 minutes after you’ve done something that makes you ask: “did I actually do X?”
The newest addition to our home continues to inspire. She also continues to get so excited she forgets she’s supposed to go to the bathroom outside or on her puppy pad.
Thoroughly enjoying this morning’s coffee. It’s the little things in life, isn’t it?
I keep running into scenes, excerpts, and quotes about childish things in adulthood–seeing things as a child sees them, not fearing judgement for what we enjoy, and embracing wonder. I think someone might be trying to tell me something, because the truth is, I struggle with these things.
The puppy’s surgery went well yesterday. Because he was scared and not feeling well afterwards, we let him sleep in the bed. During the night he turned around and positioned his butt in my face. This morning he woke me up with a gentle, aromatic flatulent. Pfft.
Had a wonderful evening with family last night at one of our favorite restaurants. It’s BYOB and we may have had a tiny bit more to drink than intended. At least me and my bride both did! Oops.
Realized this morning that I made a typo several weeks ago in my poetry journal with the result that all my days going forward from that typo have been mis-numbered. Oops.
I’ll allow yesterday’s and the day before’ poems to explain my recent silence.
One definite bright spot amidst all this–I am so glad I was home for this, if for no other reason than because I was able to enjoy a gorgeous waterside sunset with my bride from the comfort of our bedroom. The image heading this post was actually the view from our window.