A welcome weekend. An inside sit. I’m in the back room with Stanley (a whippet), while Woody (another whippet) reclines, paws toward the ceiling, on the front room sofa. Meanwhile J potters. I like pottering – especially after zazen. Little jobs, bits and bobs, on my feet, tidying up – it’s a lovely way to carry the feeling of no-mind forward through the day. Zazen itself – quiet and still.