Walking Into the Sun.

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There is no sleeping-in for me. If I sleep past 8 AM, Pintō comes to my side of the bed

and gently lays her head on my arm, and if that does not wake me, she puts just a bit more pressure on me. And if that doesn't work, she whines and talks until I answer. 

It's a race, at this point of the game, for everyone to make it to the basement door, a rather fast and stepped-up parade, if you will. The morning air was cool (38F/3.3C) but the sun was beaming its warmth upon us all. These are the days to treasure, sunblue skies and no rain, as if we were walking into the sun. These are the days to treasure, for sure, because we are dear to each other, and it's our thing to be together every morning. 

It's a good life.

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