Somewhere in there I lost an entire week…The plan (best laid and all) was to share much to be thankful for with friends who happen to bake the most wonderful bread in this oven. But it occurred that the night before Feasting and Thanking, the throat was a little sore. By morning, the cough was sounding like the foghorn down by the jetty. My patient pup slept quietly by my side as I barely managed to get up to feed and allow her to take care of ‘business’.I finally returned to the living on Tuesday and looked out the window to find the above….. I’ll leave y’all to imagine my frustration at not finding a better setting to catch this mind-boggling bright double rainbow… as if to tease me into a relapse! But no, I gathered my strength and recovered enough to take Sissy for a run at the park today. She had much pent up energy to release, but I wasn’t quick enough to catch her in a classic running shot. I’ve made a bit of progress catching up with replies to comments and checking out your posts, but still have more to read yet. The weather has turned frigid. Last night it was around 28° (-5°C) with snow in the forecast for Friday. Give me strength…… (but not enough to photoshop the power lines and poles out of there!)
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off–then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
~Herman Melville (1819-1891. Novelist, author, teacher, sailor, poet. Moby Dick)