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Sunning

In my long-ago last post, I mentioned that I had a cold. But, what I had was actually something much worse: a sinus/bronchial infection that brought with it a barbed wire-y sore throat, rollicking cough and technicolor productions. A visit to the doctor and I was prescribed, among other things, antibiotics and narcotics-laced cough syrup. Needless to say, going to work was out of the question and I’ve been home all week (I did go in for a couple hours on Tuesday but we won’t speak of that guilt-induced exercise in public expectoration). Today, Wednesday, I rose later than normally, and in my cough syrup haze transferred my sick bed to the living room. Once settled in I noticed that the poochies, Frito and Inky, had done the same, exchanging their pantry-based crib for the sofa that faced the one I was now nested on. They were in a haze too, one induced by the toasty morning sun streaming in through the window. I watched them for a while, enjoying their synchronous sibling sun worship …  then drifted off to sleep again myself …

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When I woke they had moved outside for a more direct sun-drenching, Frito atop a bench in the open sun and Inky favoring a patch on the concrete patio. I watched them through the window for a while then went back to my sofa to rest some more …

I’ll soon feel better and have to return to my workaday routine. The poochies will continue with theirs: following the Rancho’s morning sun like drowsy satellites.