Aiming for Peacefulness

I'm in the middle of cleaning off the back porch.  The dogs sit out there and shed.  And the pollen collects with sand and dirt that falls off the dogs.  It's the kind of job that makes the hankie black when you blow your nose afterward.

I find cleaning very therapeutic sometimes.  It's almost as good as running for relieving stress.  Well, it's kind of like walking fast for relieving stress.

Anyway, I needed a break.  And to remember to breathe.  In.  And out.