On my way to work this morning, I was behind a car with a license plate that said simply
On a more mature note, my sister is a researcher in psychology, and she works with titi monkeys.
Okay, so I guess that wasn’t any more mature, either. :Sigh:
Our hedgehog, Angel, has become better adjusted to the hours we keep. She now emerges from her igloo (or rolled up blankie) when we’re awake to play. Last night she spent a couple hours on her wheel, which made me very happy, because I hadn’t seen her use it yet. She’s gradually becoming more sociable. She still huffs and pops when we take her out of her cage, and when we handle her too much, but if you just sit her on your lap, she’ll find a warm and cushy place on you where she’ll settle in for a good, long snuggle.
I took a risk this morning, and posted one of my favorite poems by the Sufi mystic Hafez, in place of one of my typical quotations. Now, I don’t know whether anyone actually looks at the quotations I’ve been sticking up on the white-board in the kitchen, and I haven’t heard anything about this one yet. The wife of the former rector of a church I attended several years back was a Sufi scholar, and she introduced me to the poetry of Hafez, which is amazing. When I reaffirmed my baptismal vows before the bishop, I’d asked her to be my sponsor, and as her gift to me, she gave me this book, and I treasure it.
There are many things to be thankful for today – cases of the giggles, a little intentional immaturity, family pets, ecstatic poets, and all the people around. Not to mention Earl Grey tea and Diet Dr Pepper. 🙂