...giving a rambunctious German Shepherd/Rottweiler mix a bath, without anyone else around to help you hold her slippery, soapy self in the tub. We had fun, though, and my "little" angel smells wonderful.
Now that day wearies me,
My yearning desire
Will receive more kindly,
Like a tired child, the starry night.
Hands, leave off your deeds,
Mind, forget all thoughts;
All of my forces
Yearn only to sink into sleep.
And my soul, unguarded,
Would soar on widespread wings,
To live in night’s magical sphere
More profoundly, more variously.
— Hermann Hesse, “Going to Sleep”