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Home, home again	[Oct. 1st, 2011|12:30 am]Footpad
[Tags**|food, home, mischa, sleep] [Current Mood**	tranquil]I like to be here when I can.Many of us live for the weekend, but I perhaps more than some, because weekend is when I go home to wolf and dog.I got home about an hour ago. I've hugged all our guests, I've hugged akeela several times, and I've had two cuddles with mischamute — the ecstatic wagging-tailed reunion greeting, and then a long lazy sprawled-out love session on the floor while Aki and friends go about their roleplaying session on the table above.Aki and draugvorn have rearranged the room a bit, and it's all well-ordered and agreeable. The lights are low. There's a dog on the rug. Someone directs me to the quiche that Aki's baked, which I have with a glass of Federweisser.Suddenly life seems very, very congenial.
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Snorepantgrin	[May. 2nd, 2010|03:59 pm]Footpad
[Tags**|dear mischa, mischa, sleep, walkies] [Current Mood**	happy]Dear Mischa,You know that I love you. Your foibles and sillinesses never cease to charm me, especially the things you try to do when you're panting.I understand that when we come in from a medium-length walk, five miles or so, you're pretty hot and thirsty. You want to drink and you want to pant. So you go to your water-bowl and you try to do both at the same time. So far you've managed to avoid drowning yourself. Panting while eating is a bit more tricky, but rarely happens because we don't feed you when you're hot.Today was a new one, and cuter than either: we got in from our walk, you went straight out to the garden, flopped down in your hole under the pine tree, and started trying to pant and sleep at the same time. And, impressively, you seem to have managed it, and with such a beautiful grin:I look down out of my window now, and there you are, no longer panting but just sleeping away as if you don't have a care in the world. Fact is, you probably don't, and that is a lovely thing.Love,me.
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Resuscitation	[Sep. 20th, 2009|10:54 pm]Footpad
[Tags**|friends, phew, revival, sleep] [Current Mood**	sleepy] [Current Music	Samuel Barber, _Adagio for Strings_]Where I last broke off this narrative, I was mentally cursing a loud child who was inflaming my temper on the train. Shortly thereafter I found that I was sitting in the carriage with the cheerful dinosaurs painted on the sides and the playground in the upstairs compartment. Double-decker trains with dinosaurs, slides and a climbing-frame; welcome to Switzerland. I forgave the damn brat.mut met me on the platform and took me home, where I was fed in the lovely peaceful company of Mat and his colleague Usha, a middle-aged Indian woman who exudes an aura of weary saintliness. That was Peace and Food. Then I was led to a bed where I fell straight through the sheets and into dreamless oblivion to wake up twelve hours later in a state of tousled befuddlement. That was Sleep. And I was hugged and wished well, and that was Love.We went for a walk up to my old familiar stomping grounds on the Jura, which I find myself missing. The Jura was brooding magnificently, cloud-capped over its darkly forested flanks. When we came home I got fed again and promptly once more fell asleep for another hour.And now I'm back in Zurich in my little flat, feeling so, so much better. Mat, Usha: thank you so much. You could see how much I needed that, and I'm terribly grateful.Hmm, I feel a little drowsy. Maybe another ten hours' sleep are called for.
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