The sun came out this morning for the first time in a while. More intense weather is coming this weekend. We are prepared. In the meantime, Zinnia and I rushed outside to capture the photographer’s light. Maria and Zip got me going; they had the most touching and beautiful hug-in. A lucky cat, for sure.

I struggle without the light; I hope my monochrome will help; it loves winter’s gray and darkness. This morning, I’m going to the Mansion for my meditation class. I’m going to be teaching deep breathing exercises for anxiety. I think it will be helpful. Then, I’m back home for work and chores and blogging.

Our days begin with Zip, who is always waiting for us. He has warmed to being held and slides into bliss when scratched in the right place. I think he is a fortunate cat, and I am a fortunate animal owner. It seems to work both ways.

Thanks, sun, for coming out today. Nothing can replace you when you’re in a good and moderate mood. I watched Donald Trump complaining on TV this morning. He doesn’t look healthy to me; those eyes are full of anger and grievance. It all sounds like a middle school playground whining to me.

The sun is an excellent lift to me; I am a creature of color and light. I love the deep breathing exercises that I am doing. It is very calming and soothing.

 

I call it St. Joseph’s morning sun; he is our saint of the weather.

 

This week, sheep-like the donkey’s feeder, the donkey’s like the sheep feeder.

My blue sky returned this morning with the sun. I was happy to see it.

Kim is our shy sheep and our very alert one.

 

Maria in the sun. Both light up my day.