Sitting on the couch under a striped white wool blanket, the rain plumping on the dark windowpanes, my red dog answers my invitation by jumping up to lie curled beside me. I hear the cat jump over the studio gate upstairs and rumple downstairs, to orbit cautiously around us: the dog is usurping her space, my lap. In front of me is a box of embroidery floss: emerald, goldenrod, cobalt, coral - and an old metal Corona tray that holds needles, flosses of choice, tiny sparkling scissors sharp as a golden praying mantis. Face-down on the couch, Fauna & Family waits to be picked up once more and read, underneath spoonfuls of lemon sorbet. The two go together well: the book is set in Greece.
I am happy.