It’s one of those November nights when you know things are finally changing to reflect the next season. I have woken up to the sound of rain falling outside my window for three mornings now, and Leo and I have taken a few wet walks in the dark after dinner. But it’s been warm and we have delayed returning immediately after doing the business as I savored the end of fall. I hear the wind blowing outside now as it ushers in the inevitable harsh temps that we will be celebrate in the spring with shorts and flip flops.
I am under the blankets on my couch/sometimes bed with my freshly bathed senior pug. He is breathing slow and steady with an occasional licking of his lips. He sleeps. The clock ticks on the wall and the refrigerator kicks on. I might play a little bit of my zombie game or I might go straight to sleep after Leo’s final eye drops of the night. Reliably boring to many, but this contentment is the mental elixir of life to me.