At our age, there’s a thin line between pensive and asleep and I think we are teetering on that line as I write.
It’s supposed to rain later. Not merely rain. Thunderstorms. The world has an eerie yellow light that signals storms on the way. We’ve just had a week of lovely weather, so a day of rain is not unreasonable. I wish it would rain overnight and leave us sunny days, but I’ll compromise, especially since I have no choice in the matter. Weather gods are capricious and not amenable to negotiations.
All the dogs are deep in thought. Pensive in the extreme. Bishop snores gently during long pensive stretches. Bonnie, asleep until I turned on the camera, had to give herself a shake so she could hide in her crate, thus avoiding the trauma of my getting an in-focus shot of her. Bishop opened one eye slightly before yawning and returning to his previous state of deep thought.
Gibbs had his eyes slightly open, but was clearly too exhausted from his busy morning of thoughtful pondering to flee the camera.
So, we are all pensive today. Yawn. We were supposed to haul me into Boston today for my annual (overdue) cardiology exam, but with thunderstorms on the way and all this pensiveness going around, I rescheduled for June.
I need time for reflection. Serious reflection. And a good book.
