What a wonderful morning!

What a wonderful morning! Winter may be back but for the moment she has loosened her grip. I awake  with the images of last night's elegant Olympics ice dancing competition still on my retina. It is a bit late but Claudette has been content to remain sleeping,  melted into  my legs.  Sweet Alex strolled in and with his characteristic measuring lands lightly next to my neck. They are both confident of the soon forthcoming food and fresh water.

Now we are all three, each in our individual chair, performing the morning worship rituals at the computer. I am delighted to find commentary on my last posting which was such a polyglot of fractured syntax.  I am especially appreciative.

I have much to write and say but the time has moved by and I am looking forward to another sustaining lunch with friend Joan.  This time at the Corkscrew in Dahlonega. How blessed I am to have these good folks to enjoy and who help me to keep all my seven senses operating.

I am off. Maybe more later.