Getting ready for last little bit of work before vacation. Sitting on back porch with dogs, started writing a poem in my head, then lost track of it. Pickles barked at squirrels as I watched them run along the roofline of the neighboring barn.
After work, need to take the dogs to kennel, hopefully it'll be fun for them, wish they could see Hawaii. Afraid of flying.
In my mind's eye, watching a kappa turn into a chi and back again.