Yay!
Yesterday’s post reminded me of one of my favorite moments in _Morgan’s Passing_, a novel by Anne Tyler. The protagonist, Morgan, is on vacation, and suddenly gets overcome with “one of those damp little moments of gloom that come and go. they mean nothing.”
I forgot to mention, in all my neurotic ravings, the unparalleled sensual joy of napping with a soft, wriggly, lovely puppy. I’ve only ever owned cats before, so I’ve never before experienced the concentrated love beams that come from a dog’s eyes when he’s looking at you adoringly while curled up in your lap and licking your fingers.
Add to that the beautiful unit we make when all three of us are snuggling on the couch at night, in our new apartment, and I have perfect contentment. I love writing and editing from home, and I’ll bend all my efforts to getting such work.
