That's Maddy (aka Maddox) looking out my bathroom window.
Last night at 11 p.m. (when I sat down to compose this post), it (the photo) hadn't been edited yet. Nor did I have a title for the post. And I couldn't put two sentences together, because my eyes were crossing.
About 37 minutes later (as my head accelerated toward the keyboard), I startled awake with a string of drool puddling at my collar bone.
So I went to bed.
In 18+ months and 405 published posts, until yesterday, I had never missed a regular blogging day without telling my readers (you) in advance.
I thought I'd feel horrible about it, but you know what? Lightning didn't strike me down, the Internet didn't cry out in disbelief, and the blog's still here recording my blathering blather.
In an odd way, I feel liberated.
My pajama shirt is also liberated...from drool.
But back to Maddy (in the above photo, which has been heavily doctored -- because my good camera is still at the Nikon factory repair shop -- at Picmonkey.com).
The first time he sat in that window and looked out, he squinted because the sun hurt his eyes. It dawned on me then that the only times, in the years he's been a resident at the shelter, that he's had a window view to the bright outdoors were the few times he's been in foster care.
And my eyes welled up with tears.
A few moments later, Maddy yawned in my face and his dragon breath (from his prescription canned food-only diet) made me clasp my nose and gag.
Then Dewi and Jon Farleigh barged in the room and all hell broke loose.
Well, anyway, the moment was awfully sweet while it lasted.
Maddy is sweet, too, even if his breath could curl paint.
And on that note, I think you all need to have a sweet (not stinky) WEEKEND!
Just one more thing: In 18+ months and 406 posts, I've never taken more than a couple days (here and there) respite from thinking up posts for this blog. I think it's time for me to give my poor, tired and aging brain a break. So (deep breath), I'm taking all FIVE days next week off (that's M-F). Yes, indeed I am.
Unless I get a wild hair and don't, in which case, you should severely chastise me for not sticking to my guns. ;-)
My rested brain will see you soon!