Thanks, 2017. Hello New Year!
Around 5am every morning, I find myself squished between two warm bodies. Robert usually has his arm draped over me and Sedona is curled up in a ball—sometimes with newly wet fur—on my legs. This is hardly “spooning”; it’s more like being in a waffle iron. I feel hot and can hardly move. I kind of love it. In a year that’s been full of injuries and issues, bad news, and much stress, I feel grateful that my wake up ritual is good and connecting. It’s with this spirit that I wa
