Ruminations on the passing of time...

Slightly more comfortable atmospheric conditions today put me in philosophical mind, pondering the ephemeral nature of life and the passage of time.  I have grown fond of my daily routine and appreciate the way it marks out the diurnal course. 

Today Wolfman returned after a couple of days' absence.  He seemed entertained by running around with me in the park so I was happy to humour him.

Wolfman and Accent serenaded me with a piano duet this eventide.  I rather miss the beautiful Debussy that Madam McLeod and Accent occasionally spoil me with (my goodness how I do love those French Impressionist composers) so it was pleasing to hear the ivories tinkle for a while.  And only a smidgeon of the 'Les Dawson' as I have sometimes heard it referred to.

As the day draws to its close I am now enjoying a cool breeze by the patio door.  Good night one and all.