It is cold, but bright outside. Sunshine is pouring through the living room window. The dog is curled nose to tail around her favorite red fleece blanket on the sofa. I am sipping coffee from my favorite mug--the cobalt blue one from the Dodge Poetry Festival. Our apartment is quiet. The boys are at school, my husband at work and all I can hear is the tapping of my fingers on the laptop's keyboard and an occasional sigh as the dog dreams.