December 13, 2007

White Dog was the only one of us able to sleep last night. Both Steve and I were wide awake at 2pm and spent the pre-alarm clock hours vainly trying to rest. White Dog stretched against our lengths and slept fully, deeply, and untroubled. Feeling the rhythm of her breathing as she pressed to my leg was comforting in a Zen-sort of way--just as massaging Steve's hands which were draped over my side, was meditative.