I just got up: it is 10am. Tummo ,the cat, is eating. The house is coldish. I am waiting on my first coffee of the day. I went to bed way too late- it was the excitement of rewriting The flowers. It totally wired me up. But I slept 7 hours.
Billy wakes me up every morning by jumping clumsily on me when he comes back from his early morning walk with BJG and Whiskey.
