Good morning. 😴⏰☕
28 September 2025
I was up well before dawn this morning. It helps that sunrise isn’t until 7:04. I think that’s why Charlie mostly stays quiet until I stir—he’s attuned to the light creeping through the windows. When I opened the bedroom door, he wasn’t waiting there as usual. Instead, I found him poised by the backdoor, ready for his morning dispatch. I turned off the house alarm and let him out.
The moment I cracked the door, he dashed in a straight line toward the hole beneath the fence. Near the hole, there’s a worn streak of bare earth that points back toward the door—a directional trace of Charlie’s frequent charge. It doesn’t stretch the full distance, but it marks the place where he brakes hard, where momentum meets ritual. I once tried patching it with sod, but quickly realized it was futile. So I reframed it—not as damage, but as a feature. A signature of his joy. Sometimes that’s all a problem needs: a shift in perspective. Is the glass half empty or half full? It’s all in the mind’s eye. And it requires acceptance—the grace to let things be as they are.
Charlie and I are content with simple rituals: sitting in the backyard on a cool day, or napping in companionable silence. I take the recliner; Charlie claims his spot on the couch. We’ve made peace with the worn paths and the quiet mornings. They’re part of the myth now.
“When we change our point of view on any given situation, the facts remain the same, but a deliberate shift is made in how we see it.” — Linda and Charlie Bloom
“The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.” — William James
“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” — Leonardo da Vinci
