Crack of Dawn

At 5:30 this morning, I was woken up by ominous retching sounds coming from Mabel's crate.  Not the best way to start the week.  Mr. W and I crawled out of bed, and carried Mabel in her crate to the kitchen where we began the clean up process.  This may be the earliest I've ever done a load of laundry (at least since our children were infants!). 

Needless to say, once whatever it was that was bothering her was expelled, she felt fit and frisky, and was raring to start the day!  So here's a picture of the pretty sunrise over Boston -- courtesy of a small brown dog.