Sunrise at Camelot-by-the-Sea. Just learned from Papa Ratzi's homily this morning that that's what baptism is all about. Turning from the west and the setting sun to the east, where the sun also rises. Even as we blog, a bell is ringing 7:53 a.m. EST and a small group of the sign of the fish is gathering across the river (photo below).
When the Sweet Tiny Pea with her hard claw and toothy nose bites awoke us 'round 4:15 to joy in the morning, we grumbled and turned over and just said no but were totally happy, happy at her asthma-free welcome. Her upper-respiratory disease and diabetes have been a constant concern for month upon month. Yesterday just before we got to Goomp's, she had a frightening attack of throwing up and loud breathing.The asthmatic rasping lasted for hours, but otherwise she was totally herself, loving every minute of being tether free. This morning she is a happy cat. No noisy breathing.
Here's what we saw (above), forest for the trees, as the sun arose this morning, still south of the mouth of the York Harbor River.