The truth is that it’s just really hard for me to sleep without a dog in my bedroom.- Jimmy Stewart
Haines, where the Chilkat River meets the sea in my backyard. 2:00 pm, 37 degrees, low tide. Snow and slush. High clouds and a south wind.
It’s been a long travel and unpacking day — and the morning walk was on the car deck of the ferry, and I didn’t think that was very scenic, so I waited until we got home to take today’s picture. It was so nice to see the dogs and walk on the beach again.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I hope Stojanka thawed the turkey. There are two pies in the oven and the washing machine is cleaning Chip’s hunting clothes.
Please forgive me if I join him and the dogs by the fire, have a glass of wine, and count heads for tomorrow’s dinner so I can figure how big to make the table and if I have enough clean napkins.
