There was a moment today where I thought I’d go and work in the garden before it got too cold. I need to put the covers on the couch cushions for the garden furniture, and I obviously couldn’t be bothered to do that, so I got a tiny camping seat out and perched my laptop on my knees like I was in the smallest plane seat in the world, t-rex arms included.
Cacio sprinted into the yard, picked up a stick, ran around in frantic circles and tried eating said stick. At this point, the neighbors dog decided it was precisely the right time to bark at her, which resulted in the predictable outcome of Cacio running in more circles, as if this is a game they play. The game of “you bark, I run, you bark at me running.”
A cloud of midges decided they wanted to join the party, specifically around my head. They might still be stuck in my hair, ears and eyeballs. So: T-rex arms, barks-galore, dizzy dog and a mouthful of midges. Not quite the relaxing, very cool time I’d imagined, but I smiled and came back inside. Sometimes things don’t work out, and that’s just fine.