Thank you Allah in the sky for this wisdom from the birds: being singers.

I am relaxing and slowly forgetting about hubby's bad attitude about everything he does not agree with regarding raising the dog.

I wont go with them to the cafe today: I want to avoid him.

He whines he has no morning time with Charlotte so he can have an hour outing with her alone with billy, and stop whining for once.

The bird, a chickadee I think, is singing. The sun, morning sun, hit my corner eye. It is beautiful morning, peaceful again without hubby in the way.

Om mani peme hung

Om mani peme hung

Om mani peme hung