I have time on my hands. It is cold. Cold but extraordinary, clear and brilliant. The voice in my head is telling me to go out and make the most of it, except the master voice that says stay inside and be with your dogs (where I would go, they cannot come). Our Jack is 14 and burdened with maladies. He has bad hips, little or no hearing and two replacement knees. What he teaches me is life can be full of "best things ever" like walks or trips to friends or it can be spent quietly, just enjoying "the now" of it all. 

Each day is as is, no pressure, just appreciate.

Strangely, "Time" by Hans Zimmer and "The Days" by Ludovico Einaudi played consecutively on random, cementing my mood.