Goddess, Winston The Little Gay dog and Gypsy flock to space under my feet wanting Communion in the form of treats, which I give them gladly.
Turning on soft music, Winston, TLGD, prances back to our bedroom, head butts the door and jumps back into bed with sleeping Sarah.
Gypsy gracefully leaps on the sill of the open window and keeps watch over the end of the Holy Night.
Goddess collapses under my dangling bare feet and sleeps.
Noticing a faint light I make my way to Cassidy's room to find her sleeping while still holding her phone watching Netflix. Smiling I turn her light off.
The sky turns grey and lush green leafs drip with rain which I can feel through the screen door leading out to the Beloved Back Deck.
A colorful wet beach towel hangs limply on the chair I normally write in and little metal desk decorated with seashells and an Tiki Bar oil lamp is filled with water.
Birds begin to sing.
Squirrels dart through Palm Trees carrying nuts in their mouths.
All is calm ... all is bright.
Next door the Cat Lady rolls the trash can over the rock gravel of her drive way though she is mercifully quiet this morning.
Sarah's made pumpkin bread so I pick some from the crusty ends which the girls don't like.
The computer starts to "ping" as my friends from college shoot verbal darts and I return the favor , stifling laughter so the girls can sleep.
Goddess licks my foot.
It's time to cook the Cinnamon rolls ... the Sunday tradition at our house.
Afterwards, I'll pack up and head to Bar Church but ... I doubt the worship can top how this day's already begun.
