Shhhh. Red is sleeping.
I am sitting in the kitchen of Red's Mom's house, a modern, open design situated on an inlet of the Long Island Sound (I took a picture of the view. It's a quiet morning, and a beautiful one, too.
You'll be happy to know - at least I am happy to know - that I started running again this morning, a little jog down to the store for newspapers and back. Dr. T would be happy to know, and maybe, after the call last night where he asked me "so, what do you think about Karl Rove?" and I reminded him that it might help if he actually read what I wrote, perhaps we will have convinced him.
Now I am sitting with my favorite coffee, catching up on the important stuff, while
the dogs take a nap (officially, Red and I are dog-sitting. This is perhaps not the ideal task to assign to two urban elites who look like they'd rather
wear glove when handling animals). Still, not only do I have a view of the water, but I also have a view of Maggie, sleeping contentedly (which I also snapped).
As always, on a morning like this, the scent of the ocean in the air, the beach only 5 or 6 blocks away, I remember that this is, really, the life I want. Running along that country road, thinking of how I could write in the sun, watching the water, seemed like perfect bliss. Take me home, down country roads (and with that, let's give a little shout out to John Denver, too).
Talk to ya in a bit.
Comments