Sunday, November 02, 2003


Cowboys, chaos, children and Cincinnati chili. The components of Sunday afternoon. It was nice.

My littlest dog is competing for my attention now, jumping in my lap with a rag in her teeth. She growls to convey her insistence that I grab hold of the rag's other end and play tug of war.

Amy is calling from downstairs. Our guests have left and now we have a few moments to ourselves before the realities of Monday begin to poke over the horizon.

There is a time to write...this is not one of them.