My dog, Moze, was jealous at first and did not like this intrusion, but now they are good friends and sleep together.

Flo has a kitten she's going to give me, and then, as Hutter says, I'll be "Jake." My occupation during these leisure hours perhaps would strike my old friends East as idle, silly, mawkish.

But I believe you will understand me.
I have the pleasure of doing nothing, and of catching now and then a glimpse of supreme joy in the strange state of thinking nothing.
Tennyson came close to this in his "Lotus Eaters." Only to see--only to feel is enough! Sprawled on the warm sweet pine needles, I breathe through them the breath of the earth and am somehow no longer lonely.

I cannot, of course, see the sunset, but I watch for its coming on the eastern wall of the canyon.

I see the shadow slowly creep up, driving the gold before it, until at last the canyon rim and pines are turned to golden fire.
I watch the sailing eagles as they streak across the gold, and swoop up into the blue, and pass out of sight.