Coffee warms the soul and kick-starts the heart.
The Yorkie, arrogant little turd that she is, never asks to come up on the couch. She will always invite herself, and then give me the look like I am the intruder.
This morning she asked, coming to a perfect sit in front of me. Piercing my heart with those eyes that turn me into a puddle of gooey emotions.
"Come up", I tapped the seat beside me. She has been cuddled up, covered by the blanket that is kept for such occasions.
We sat together, the light from the kitchen drifting lazily into the living room. The salt lamp surrounds us in a candle-like glow. No phone. No TV. No screens. Just half an hour of man and dog fighting the cold, enjoying the mutual company and warmth.
"The furnace is working hard this morning, Bud."
I believe I heard a snore in reply.
It's another sub-zero day in Redneck Flats Saskatchewan.
I hope you are able to stay warm and safe, no matter where you may be.
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