It's 10 am. I feel greasy, I need a shower, and I have to go to work soon. I pour myself another cup of coffee because it feels good to be actually still sitting here. Once again, I am surrounded my all of my sleeping animals. When this happens I feel like there should be angels singing. Or maybe it is just my heart singing.
There is a woman who parks outside of our house every day to take her big yellow lab for a walk in the woods. A few weeks ago she met Louie and gushed about how she wished she could get a puppy too. She pulled up a few minutes ago and guess what jumped out of her truck. Yep--a puppy! I had to laugh as she struggled with her jumping dogs and an over abundance of tangled leashes as she set off down the trail. I bet I look just as comical trying to get my own dogs to walk straight. I had to hold myself back from running outside to meet her new little one. She looked like her hands were full enough. Anyway, my hair is standing on end--I would hate to scare her with such a bad case of bedhead.
It's cloudy and I'm not feeling very energetic today. I want to stay home and read books while laying out in the hammock. Lately, this is my constant desire. I am currently reading a half a dozen books and want nothing more than to finish even just one! Oh, but they are some good books. I love working in a bookstore for this reason, but my stack of "to-read" is getting dangerously high. When will I ever have time to read this many?
Oh books, sweet books...puppies and books. What would life be like without such sweetness?