32117: Reading with dog
It's morning, and the day is wide and empty of obligations. Downstairs, my French bulldog and five cats await me, along with a huge pile of books - Sylvia Plath's letters and journals, books on creolised folklore from Mexico and Celtic language-speaking lands, and some cookbooks. After my bulldog and I have sniffed one another carefully, it's time for coffee, and after that, the only sound is pages turning until it's time to take her for a walk around the silent village. She is immensely happy; the whole family is at home, and so are the cats. In the afternoon, there's bread baking and another walk around the garden to admire the new roses that have opened during the day. Birdsong is loud and sweet. Then back to more reading. Honestly, this is paradise.