Waiting for the Storm

There’s supposed to be a huge storm today. We’re waiting. Nothing’s really going on. Well, we can’t say that about Saki. He goes on and on. Wow. What a lot of energy. He loves that Frisbee, and I think he should advertise for PetCo or PetSmart or for whoever made that thing in his mouth.

I like days like this—it’s supposed to rain, it’s supposed to be a terrible stay-in day—when we get to sit in the yard for hours waiting, waiting, waiting. The cat from across the street struts along the fence, and we’re so used to it by now, we hardly turn around, and Saki runs around with that Frisbee hoping we’ll play with him. (Sorry, Saki. Shane and I, we’re content to sit and watch you run around.)

Best wishes before the storm, Juno