Before bed

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Zack
Gus
Bob
Karl
Bear

My boys…all on my mind and in my heart this evening before bed.

Bob is in the bedroom, on the bed waiting for me.

Bear is at my feet, out last walk taken as the sun was low. He is doing so well on the short long line unleashed. He is with me all day and sleeps in the living room, but I can hear him as we are separated by only a gate.

All of them, the boys, they and I lived/live in a rhythm of our own.

This day: we narrowed the “plumbing” problem to the cold water feed to the washer. Hopefully only a plugged filter – I’ll pull all apart on the weekend.

Walks with Bear.

Time with Bob.

Work.

A dinner of chicken with a rub of almonds, 5 spice powder and garlic…and a cherry sauce.

More cherries pitted, sugared and mixed with basil for cherry basil soda syrup.

Broa dough mixed for morning “English” muffins.

Dishes done.

Night falls as I write this post that only I will see for some time. I am happy to be writing for myself for this time.

I miss Zack, Gus and Karl.

I read for a bit before mixing the dough…of Julia Child.

Peace. It is nearly dark.

I am comforted by Bob and Bear…this evening, before bed.