Slept, but woke tired and aching. We ran our errands with great effort, but successfully, which helps. One of those days when eyes burn, the cold flurries seem worse than when it was a colder part of the winter. Every movement a struggle to get through, every task going uphill, every bag heavier than the last. But now we are home, and not about to venture out again today, lest we tempt fate to really trip us up.
Moby stretched between us on the couch, on the sheepskin, serene with both our hands on him.
3 comments:
Moby is looking after you both
Well known for it.
"Pet me, you'll feel better."
And we do.
Life can certainly be exhausting some days. Enjoy your rest.
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