It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver.-Gandhi (a.k.a the prosaicness of the 24th of June!)

Not to contradict the great Gandhi but if I had a couple'a mil on hand it might just be the source of my (good) health.

Last night we ate something that didn't agree with our tummies. Fortunately, Melissa, Maricel and I didn't get it but Mason and Maura have a wee bit of an affliction/malaise. Bear with me here...

Supervising a puppy's like supervising an infant or someone who's criminally insane. They always have to be in front of you so you know exactly what's going on (i.e. not eating poop, shredding a newspaper, not excreting the elimination of waste products on the couch or floor or the bed...etc.) During the weekdays, that's usually me so I get up when he barks (be it 3, 4, or 5 a.m.) so they can do their thing outdoors. Two nights ago, our neighbor across the way's dog started to bark at 3 a.m., which got Charlie-our newest Mequi member-fired up. When I let 'em outside (Addy too) I saw what our neighbor's dog was barking at: a mountain lion. Addy wanted to chase so I called her back and physically restrained Charlie (scooped him up) as I held a snow shovel with the other hand to use improvisational-ninja-attack style just in case good kitty goes bad...

What this means, coupled with Maura's on and off again feelings of malaise, is an accumulation of some pretty serious stretches of interrupted sleep. Which, I'm feeling this morning. Although I did get a bit of reprieve this morning because Maricel got up early to supervise the puppy (and I'm--we're all--gonna bust a nap later).

So, this morning it's another beautiful day in Colorado. The temperature's 75°F (24°C), Maricel and I in feeling the effects of interrupted sleep, we still throw the frisbee while we wait for the puppy to extrude some brown, self-serve soft ice cream in the front yard. Maura's on the bed and Mason's up playing with his cars. Very lazy, sunny start to the 24th of June. After Charlie assumes the position, we go inside and it's pancake making/eating time. We're about to go on a holiday so we need to finish up as many perishables in the fridge as possible. First consumable to go? Maple syrup.

So what does the title quote have to do with any of this? I have my health, not all of us are sick, and it's a downright gorgeous, lazy Colorado summer day y'all (AND, we're fixin' to eat some buckwheat pancakes). Take that malaise!