It felt a bit summerish in Little Egypt today. The natural rhythms of Monday are subdued as compared to the weekend. Although Sunday is the actual beginning of the week…Monday is the functional beginning.

I often reflect on the idea of the scripture, ‘In your patience possess ye your souls.’ We are such a touchy and sensitive animal that a look or a word out of place can ruin our day. We hurry to finish our day’s mission. From our point of view, we are the star of the show…when in fact we may be the tambourine player in the large band of life.

Mylo is a kept man…or should I say a kept dog. He toils not neither does he spin yet he is arrayed in a glorious white coat, possesses a wining smile, and has ready kisses for all who desire 1…or 10. Yet as the evening shadows fall and his energies subside he becomes a bit cranky. He announces his displeasure to his mom, me, Jonathon, and Aaron with no apparent rationale or reason but rather a simple dissatisfaction at his belief that we have not seen or heard him adequately. Now…Mylo spends his days playing with MJ taking a nap at her side and then eating blueberries and some cucumbers. He then joins me on the couch where he immediately begins a lengthy nap before sleeping for the night. He stretches and yawns and surveys all of his holdings and knows that he is still master of all within his tiny stride and the sound of his massive bark…