The patio door is open and Fatso Hardy is asleep on his post.

BJG has been very productive today and is staying away from pot.

He went to write for 3 hours at the cafe, touch ups on his eternal labour of philosophy: his, by now, 20 years old book.

I also did some work and translated The dream of gold into French. Mothers day gift to Mom, one day late. We dont spend much time together hubby and I today. It is what is natural for the energy today: we need space. I do.

Hubby does not mind whatsoever I dont think.

I marvel at how fancy and pretty fatso hardy is in all his fat body. I LOOOOOVE fat cuddly cats. Hubby too. They look so regal.

I really dont want a second dog soon at all. it is prety groovy the energies right now all 5 of us in the house. A new young dog would brign total chaos and change of every habits, expecially with Billy which I am not fond of changing anything about.