Downstairs to find Sophie asleep in the middle of the hall carpet. She's using a small, partially destuffed, bear as a pillow. She's also snoring like a trooper.
The arrival of big brother wakes her. She greets him grumpily. It takes Sophie a moment or two to gather her thoughts before joining us for breakfast.
The storm has done for the church clock electrics. The hands have got stuck at 3.35 but the mechanism has a mind of its own and tolls seven - randomly. The bells fall silent. The mayor has literally pulled the plug. '' Probably damp in the circuit board " he says with what, to the uninitiated, might sound like certainty.
After the storm the day is warm and clear. Something special about the air after a storm. It's like breathing liquid silk. Dogs and master spend their afternoon in the garden. A day that is quite simply blissful. Interesting to learn that in Oklahoma despite being winter it's a 100 degrees.
The disturbed earth where the trees have fallen over proves to be a glorious hunting ground for worms. Sophie avails herself of the opportunities provided. Bob doesn't so much run round the garden as float round it. That unmistakable rolling walk that indicates he's in a very happy place. In fact this old faithful could be his theme song : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtF6Jej8yb4