My house faces south. Every morning, the sun pours in through the windows in the eastern wall. Tink’s curtains are yellow, and in the morning, the sun fills that curtain until it’s a shining rectangle, ready to burst with brightness. During the day, the sun tracks across the front of the house, from my bedroom into the living room, filling every crack and cranny of my small, Cape Cod’s front rooms with light.
My house is tiny and there are many small rooms and many walls. But my house is turned in a favorable direction. Every day, even in winter, my house is ablaze with sunlight.
Today, I was grateful for the light because I couldn’t go outside. Tink still has a fever, and I still have whatever this stomach thing is that I have. I haven’t eaten more than saltines since Tuesday.
So Tink and I stayed in, but I’m grateful that the sunlight came in to find us.
Sunlight makes everything a little bit better.
(Yes, that’s toilet paper on the coffee table. We ran out of kleenex and I couldn’t go out to the store. Poor Tink has been blowing her nose non-step. And that’s Penny’s tail, also. It’s a less than perfect picture, but it’s the best I could do this week. Tomorrow, I will have been sick for an entire week and I’m really over it now. Unintentional dog butts (and toilet paper rolls) happen in photos sometimes during weeks like this one.)