May 22, 2010 § 15 Comments
But the sun is out, and I’m up and about in wonder and awe. OK, there are workers banging around in our backyard, too, (just beneath the master suite windows, actually) digging and tearing up our old concrete patio to put in some nice groundwork and angles and pavers and whatever HM planned with them. The dogs are up, pacing nervously from room to room on the tips of their toenails, their tails rigid with concern.
And yet HM sleeps. That man has a finger on the pulse of inner peace.