Saturday, September 27, 2003


It doesn't take much to get our dogs to pay rapt attention.

I merely have to hold a tennis ball in the air and their frenetic lives come to a halt.

In that brief moment of time there is nothing on this planet that concerns them...only the ball.

The ball's implied promise of release and the slobber punctuated frenzy that will follow, holds them still.

Amy is home. She told her doctor she wanted out of the hospital last night and he capitulated. She's still in pain. Modern medicine has found a few relatively minor medical anomalies in her innards, but it looks like still more wizardry will be needed.

I may get distracted at times, but weeks such as this give me focus too.