No matter how shitty my day is, I have found that spending fifteen minutes under the comforter with the pooches makes things better. Provided Rosie will stop moving long enough to let me relax.
It has been raining all day, which means it has been an ordeal to get Lily to go outside. Rosie is raring to go, but I have to pick Lily up and throw her in the wet grass, and even then she looks like she is being abused.
Was reading an article earlier, I forget what, and it had the word “hermeneutics.” Here is a brief list of words which, every time I read them, my eyes glaze over:
I’m sure there are more, and you might have some, as well, but these were ones I thought of right now.