Last night the little couple from France came up and asked to get out of their lease. In a stunning move included in the chapter "how not to be a landlord", we acquiesced saying only that they were on the hook until we found someone else. They're kind of nit picky anyway, so it's not all bad news. Oh and they saw a mouse. I guess we have mice. Great, now I have to murder creatures.
I could get all worked up about things around here, but then I remember there are the daily sunrises. I spent my adolescence in a room that had a sunrise view. I grew to loathe that sun, even going so far as to put velcro strips around the window and affixing an opaque vinyl sheet to block out all light. But now, the daily sunrise is like a gift, unfolding and changing imperceptibly until it crowns the horizon. So easy to be grateful when viewing such majesty.
I ran across the street to capture this more unobstructed view than we have from our patio. It's funny, it really is hard to tell a sunrise from a sunset in a photo, isn't it?