The dogs revolve around me, around my feet, like satellites around their mother planet. To them, I am the center of gravity, the sun and the moon, and hey, I also feed them. Eventually, they settle into sleep, Cleo in the bed and Zorro on a pile of papers and a bubble-wrap envelope (empty) that once held a gift from a friend in Canada. I wonder if he chooses the specific piles of paper with a sense of meaning, or if he just wanted to be close. There's a second dog bed not a foot from his nose, but he eschews it, preferring the envelope and the floor.
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Earlier tonight, while trying to determine the weight of shirt that was required for a trip to Starbucks and Boston Market, I stood in the moon-lit back yard in a black bra and sweatpants that are frightfully frayed, but oh, so comfortable, and watched the clouds being pushed across the sky. They were moving across the moon so rapidly that, staring up at it, it seemed the moon itself was moving and the clouds were stationery. If the breeze hadn't lifted my damp hair off my neck, caused a delectable thrill to go down my spine, I'd have stayed there indefinitely, staring up at the sky, becoming dizzy and dazzled.
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Walking into Starbucks today, I was greeted by a fesitval of silver and red, for the Christmas cups have arrived, and with them all the cute things that go with the season, including these tiny little cookies that come in four flavors, and the return of gingerbread. Christmas is my favorite season, but I wish they'd wait til Thanksgiving to foist it on us, even so.
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I am pleased tonight because I've almost reached 7,000 words in my Na-Novel (which isn't bad for two days' work), and because other ideas are germinating. A pleasant surprise came in the form of the total I'll have to spend to kennel the dogs over Thanksgiving, since they can't come to Branson with us. I was expecting something around $400, and the total is less than half of that.
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I am fighting the urge to add Christmas songs to my Zen Micro before Thanksgiving, but I'm in the mood to sing them, even if it is early.
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Target has these amazing snowflake dishes appropriate for all of winter, not merely Christmas, and I plan to purchase two or three sets as soon as a) I've started a new job, and b) we're back from Missouri.
And on that note, I'm going back outside to watch the moon.