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Good morning.

15 March 2025

Thunder crashed, shaking the house and jolting me from a deep sleep. It happened right at six, the time I usually wake up. Was it mere coincidence, or do gods conspire to control my days? After brushing my teeth and pulling on my trousers, I opened the bedroom door to find Ben waiting, alone. Clearly, he was frightened by the thunder, seeking the comfort and reassurance of our steadfast companionship. But where was Charlie? He almost always greets me at the bedroom door in the morning. I found him at the back door, anxiously waiting to go outside. The morning urge to relieve oneself is, after all, a biological necessity shared by both dogs and humans.

"As the dawn comes up like thunder." - Rudyard Kipling

"We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor." - Henry David Thoreau