Sitting at my desk, mellow and comfortably in the middle of my bipolar spectrum, Emmett’s tail touches my leg in a whisper. Rhythmic, gentle, it asks for attention. But his little bowl holds fresh food, so I wait, knowing my non-answer will send him to investigate.
Our communication is easier without Henry. While I still miss my Companion, I give thanks for this time with Emmett—to offer him more and to open to his lessons.
There is only Today, this Moment—the quiet of a Sunday morning, the rumble of a train, a clock ticking, the faintest whiff of vinegar from my cleaning lady’s efforts.
The air conditioner kicks on. Time to settle into a project for the day.
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Sep 15, 2019 @ 12:19:57
I had a ZX Spectrum
Sep 15, 2019 @ 19:27:28
Explain that to me.
Sep 15, 2019 @ 12:57:19
Lovely.
Sep 15, 2019 @ 19:26:57
Thank you.
Sep 16, 2019 @ 04:46:56
Love this quiet interlude with Emmett, Sandy. Hope you had a productive day…🥰
Sep 16, 2019 @ 22:33:01
🙂
Sep 17, 2019 @ 13:04:58
ALL of this is SO utterly beautiful and peaceful. You are SO GOOD! 🙂
Sep 18, 2019 @ 12:01:46
thanks so much, Kiki..
Sep 18, 2019 @ 21:30:28
I love the green-green card. (I tried using “greeness” but spellcheck says it isn’t a word! Dang it.) I hope your bit of sky comforts and sustains you. Until another weather front supplants it.)
Gads, I’m typoing left and right. Better go to sleep now. G’night.
Sep 18, 2019 @ 22:00:11
Sleep tight.