Sunday might become sourdough pancake day I tell him. I serve them with peach sauce from the summer. There was also bread making. This loaf not as easy as the first. Brandon calls to tell me they built a new run for the chickens today and that they lost a couple of tress in the wind, but nothing serious. The rain falls relentlessly and then the sun comes out and fills the yard with light. This senecio is played out over and over throughout the day. The dog and I walk along the river, and I go to the library while he waits for me in the car. I check out Mary Oliver's Dog Songs for the millionth time. Maybe I will read it to him tonight in bed. He is just as sweet as her Percy.