weekend, abby-style

Friday:

Sleeping in my lap

Saturday:

Sleeping on my stomach

Meanwhile I was working on my computer (as gingerly as possible, so as not to disturb her). Clearly, I've got a ways to go when it comes to the art of doing nothing.

For some reason, these photos remind me of this Wendell Berry poem, which I posted a few years ago but will include again for good measure (also because I love it):

Wendell Berry
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Ok, back to work ;)