It's Monday, and I am sliding back into the saddle,
but dang, it is a bumpy ride.
I am "working from home" and there are workpeople here,
Beloved is home,
and the wild life is dogging me, literally.
The foster dog has found his voice--it's loud and booming.
My youngest dog is wrestling him and being an overall brat.
There is so much I need to do,
which means, probably, that I have a lot I just need to let go,
and let be,
and just take one step at a time.
Working on that, God.