Simon was in rare form this morning, bray-wise, and so were Lulu and Fanny. This morning, I heard him calling out for the sun, for Rose, for all the people struggling with flooding in Vermont and elsewhere, for the “Going Home” video and my new book, and for the possibilities in life, which he is acutely aware of. Winston joined in and Rose was back in her familiar spot in the dog fence.

I am writing up a storm this morning, and waiting for the sun to come out. Simon says good morning to all of you and points out that life is what you make of it. Yes, he says, even “in this economy.”

Simon definitely got it going this morning, and he may do the same for you. Come and see.