Friday

Friday, again. Friday just keeps rolling around with regular monotony, now doesn't it. I guess that is good, though, in a sense, as if it didn't roll around, I'm guessing you'd be dead. Hey? Better to have Friday roll around, than the alternative.

But seriously, every time I seem to look up, it is Friday. Thursday always seems to be little more than a blip.

Brun comes downstairs, it's early for him. He gives me a I-need-a-wee look as he heads straight to the back door. He makes a vague attempt at chasing Milo, when he comes back in, which makes me laugh, it is almost over as it begins, then he hops up on the couch next to me, snuffling and sniffing.

It's early, of course, it is still dark outside.

Brun is now snoring. He's my big teddybear.

So, Friday hey? So many options? I could do anything I like. I am powerful, I can do anything. David is always banging on about positive affirmations, so I thought I'd give them a go. They made me feel pretty silly, if I was honest.

Later, I take the dogs for a walk in the rain, let me explain. While the footpaths are still wet from the recent down pour, there is no actual rain falling from the sky, as we head out the door. 

It wouldn't be so bad, not really, they don't care if the rain falls, and it is kind of romantic when it does, even if I am only waling with my two favourite K9s, and not my great love.

10.15am

And it did rain, and we walked in it, the dogs don't care, before we amended our route to walk mostly under shop awnings.

Now I'm going to the gym.