And then there's this guy. We never intended to come home with him, but really, what were we going to do? Leave him at the shelter?

Of all the kitties who currently make our home theirs, she's my favorite.

The chaos of swiftly moving water gushing down the streets in Seattle this evening felt like an extension of my work day. An hour later and thirty-five miles to the north, I slowed down enough to notice.

Sometimes I forget that each day is an opportunity to begin. 

Every year I wished for snow on this day.
Today there was frost.
And sunshine.

I wonder sometimes why survival is my paradigm. It was a miracle too.

Yesterday's tears were disconcerting, until he reminded me what day it was.