Waking up is hard to do . . .
For some reason, no matter how early I think I should be getting up, the pugs have decided that the appropriate time for *them* to get getting up is that time minus 1/2 hour. In this case, 4:30 a.m. A. did manage to get back to sleep, briefly, after putting her head on my pillow. She likes that.
I actually went walking at noon yesterday with B. & E. I am currently the only member of our office who doesn't work out at noon. Yes, the job that's currently kicking my ass is, in actuality, a laid back friendly kind of law job. I'm not very good at being laid back, I suppose.
Anyway, while we were walking, we ran into a deer. Standing in the middle of the street and staring at us. Of course, I didn't have my camera with me.
Last night, M & A actually *played* with one another instead of competing for attention from me. Pug fights are, like everything else they do, completely adorable. They stopped, of course, as soon as I went to get my camera.
Given the difficulty I have I had relaying these simple and trivial facts, I think the brain is telling me it's time for coffee.
I actually went walking at noon yesterday with B. & E. I am currently the only member of our office who doesn't work out at noon. Yes, the job that's currently kicking my ass is, in actuality, a laid back friendly kind of law job. I'm not very good at being laid back, I suppose.
Anyway, while we were walking, we ran into a deer. Standing in the middle of the street and staring at us. Of course, I didn't have my camera with me.
Last night, M & A actually *played* with one another instead of competing for attention from me. Pug fights are, like everything else they do, completely adorable. They stopped, of course, as soon as I went to get my camera.
Given the difficulty I have I had relaying these simple and trivial facts, I think the brain is telling me it's time for coffee.