The weekend has vanished with the precision of kibble at dinnertime, leaving behind only the faint memory of extra walks and the lingering scent of Saturday’s bacon.

Monday arrives like an uninvited guest who somehow knows exactly where the good sofa cushions are. The light through the south-facing door has that particular midday quality — not morning hopeful, not evening resigned, but something in between that suggests we are exactly where we are supposed to be, which is nowhere in particular.

Gus has claimed the family room sofa with the authority of someone who has never questioned his right to premium real estate. I have stationed myself along the back of the living room sofa, a position that offers both comfort and tactical advantage should anyone approach with cookies or car keys.

The week stretches ahead like an unwalked trail, full of possibilities that will likely resolve themselves into the usual architecture of breakfast, naps, and the 4 o’clock expectation of dinner.

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