It’s what you might call an icky day. Rainy, gray, cold. Sweater weather if you have to get up and do stuff, blanket weather if you can afford to sleep in.
It’s way past our time to get out and walk and Petey’s still sacked out, under the blankets in bed. Me? I have to go to work. But I’ve decided to let my pup sleep in. He wore himself out this weekend.
Anthony+long walks=tired Petey
Good times were had, breakfast was eaten, coffee was enjoyed.
And now it’s back to work. I want you to feel sorry for me. I want you to say, “oh Kim, don’t go to work. Go back to bed. Sleep in. You deserve it. You need it.” And later I could rouse Petey and we could go for a walk in the rain. And there’d be tomato soup for lunch.
I love these days, when spring reverts to fall, when clothes once packed away are pulled out again, when it’s easy to dream about being warm and cozy.