Whiksey stayed behind with me.

Hubby is reading Reinhold, who embraces Kant to the max.

The crows are cawing. 

I have been too engrossed on the internet recently. I should take more time to meditate like I used to do for the first 4 months of 2023. The crows are being heard. The traffic hums softly in the distance while crows chat and caw. This is , simply put, my life. It is very very low key and quiet and nice. Lovely birds, lovely bears occasionnaly. Lovely dogs. I am totally at peace here most of the time. This is my precious life given to me by Buddha. And the Sky.