But first, while I wait for my various electronics to do their thing, I leave you with this:
And a poem by Carl Sandburg:
|THE fog comes|
|on little cat feet.|
|It sits looking|
|over harbor and city|
|on silent haunches||5|
|and then moves on.|
Let it be known that I wanted this little fellow to be named Carl Sandburg. Let it be known that I would have settled for Chief Seattle, because he is the exact color of the sky today.
Let it be known that his name is PartyMac.
Apparently he and the Hooligan discussed it in their sleep while he sprawled across the boy's pillow and groomed his sweaty, sleeping head.
And, of course, it's perfect.
What tiny, unexpected, suddenly perfect things are making you smile today?