Greetings, dear readers.

Today was one of those breather days – work ran easy, a few household tasks, a few steps forward, happy pets, an afternoon walk. Prosaic.

If you look up “prosaic” in a dictionary (yes, I did), it gives you definitions like “dull, unimaginative, everyday, ordinary”.

Well. Sorry, dear Webster, I don’t think so.

The everyday may be simple and unadorned, it may not have flash, and maybe it is not extraordinary – but that does not mean it is dull and without imagination. A sparrow’s back doesn’t show the colors of a peacock, and it has a quiet beauty of its own, nonetheless.

And if, at the end of the day, you share your lap with a cat and your couch with a dog asleep with her favorite moose – well, the everyday looks pretty sweet to me.

Readers, I hope your week has moments of simple sweetness and ease. Be safe and well; I am grateful you are here.