Unless he rebooked his flight to arrive earlier in wellington (he arrived early in auckland this morning), he has exactly about 30 minutes to make it to the gate. Ouf, he is going to run! Poor BJG! Om mani peme hung that he does not miss his flight. I prayed and thought of him a lot this morning.  Hoping, foolishly, that he can feel me when I do. It feels so good!

lama Gyurme is still singing. I should walk the dogs soon. I dont know where yet. The schoolyard? Hubby took whiskey's leashes with him. But I just realized I have yet to look behind the car seat, on the floor.