I have not heard them for a while. Now the dogs are howling in the hood! ah ah ah...This is hilarious to hear about 5 dogs howl somehwere in their houses when the sirens of firetrucks pass on austin avenue. It never lasts long all this concert of howling and howls.

The light, the white light, in the living room den is reassuring. White light seems to always be the cure when I feel lost in pot and sadness. It reassures me by its clarity and brightness. I feel like I ponder better if I feel bad, when i am in the white light at times. We all have tricks to ground oursleves in peaceful inspiration: for me, one of those tricks is definitely the white light. Inside houses. Or the sunlight. There is also the orange light, but that is only when I feel trippy in the other living room.