I used the same coffee mug for two decades. A few years ago, it developed a crack and had to be retired. I've been on the search for a new piece of art to start my day, but artisan mugs are not cheap.

A story about bad intentions and consequences ...

Soft sprinkles make no sound on their own until they accumulate on the roof and land in an adagio drip.

That’s what I think of when I think of NLHG. We don’t just show up for the good stuff. We show up when it’s hard, when it's cold and snowy. When someone needs a hand. We’re not afraid to shovel, push, or stay a little longer.

I can press my face anywhere against Chip’s soft velvety muzzle while he relaxes in the crisp morning sun, or a windy evening, or a snowy afternoon.

Her message meant so much. Not just because she finished the sock. But because she kept at it.

This experience was a lovely reminder that things don’t always go according to plan, and that’s perfectly okay.

Have a great day. I hope yours is poop-free.

I drifted away thinking of all her endless hours of contemplation.