The computer is set up in the basement.
A nest has been feathered.
Jameson is home. Just for a time he is cloistering himself in our home in order to do all things necessary for finals. We have internet, true, but I suspect he is tapping into a wisdom that tells him that his chances of being led not into play temptation are greater while residing at home.
I purr when there are offspring about. I suppose a lot of it has to do with the fact that I just can’t seem to get over the wonder of their being. And, I really like them. Between Cooper and myself we have six interesting, engaged and dangerously funny people we get to call children. It’s amazing.
Having these opportunities to share morning coffee and informal down time are precious. Finals will end and Jamie will be off to the house he shares with countless others.
For a time, though, some homing instinct in his heart led him here.
My heart gives thanks for the simple wonder of love; that’s all.