“Ha—look at that joyful puppy picture,” said Urania.
“Weren’t you calling her that blasted dog a few days ago?” asked the muse of many questions.
“Yes, and…she’s not all bad…I kind of like how she climbs into our lap while we’re trying to type…it’s endearing,” said Urania.
“You know she’s doing it because she wants us to take her for a walk, right?” asked Thalia.
“Yes, and…she likes her neck scratched,” said Urania. “She’s warm and soft.”
“What about the middle of the night barks?” asked Calliope.
“Don’t we need to get up and use the bathroom anyhow?” asked Urania.
“Urania…the great fourleg defender…I love it,” said Thalia.
“For everything there is a season?” Calliope giggled. “A time for broccoli…and a time for brownies?”
“And we all know what time it’ll be when the snow melts…time to clean up after that blasted dog,” said Urania with a wink.
“Everything can be this; everything can be that.” My half glass assessment - half full vs half empty - seems to be the catalyst for how “everything” is on any given day.