The start of summer feels sad to me now. Though the light peaks today, seasons come and go so fast that solstice signals the imminent approach of darkness to me. Summer seems almost over just as it is beginning. What a gloomy perception! Whatever is wrong with me that rather than enjoying the light I am already dreading the dark to come? Not even the first bloom of our waterlily could shake this dreary feeling. Clearly something needs to change inside of me but how do I make that happen?

Our goofball cat is home! Here he is, lounging on the recliner and batting at the camera, seemingly pleased to be here and ready to settle in and relax (me too!)

And now the story … or at least what we know of it. The phone rang for the fourth time, just as we were leaving for work this morning. Annoyed, we almost didn’t answer. That will teach us! It was the call we have been waiting for ever since learning of Grayson’s disappearance 12 days ago. It seems he didn’t travel far as he has been lurking around the deck and cat door of a house, across the creek and a few doors down from Mike and Westi, for the last couple of days. Last night, the owner came home to find him sprawled in the middle of her living room floor, apparently having picked his new home, much as he chose us three years ago. I raced to get him, blowing off work and the plans I had for the day. Now we are at home regrouping. Breathe, Laura, breathe …