Cold Sunday

It's cold. It's cleaning day. Otto and I are lounging on the couch lazily. Sam has already done his cleaning chores. My cleaning chores are still hanging over me. I so don't feel like it, but Sam won't except any excuses. Haha.

11am. Charlie just got up.

I don't feel like doing anything on this grey day. I just want to stay on the couch with my dog. BooHoo.

I'm cold, I just don't seem to feel warm.

Sam reckons its colder this winter than last winter. I don't know about that. Winter is winter, I think, they are all cold.

Sam goes to the city for a haircut. Otto and I walk with him to the halfway point. That's when the clouds got really dark, black and the temperature drops to its coldest. Sam keeps going. Otto and I turn back. I don't want to be walking back in the rain with no shelter. Otto starts walking faster as he always does when he thinks we are heading home.

We walk to our front gate. I intended to walk Otto all the way down our street and back, so we are within a short distance of the verandas of the main road, just in case the rain does come down, but once we are at our front gate, Otto makes it clear that he doesn't want to walk anywhere else, so we go inside.

I throw more wood on the fire. I start to feel warm for the first time today. Otto cuddles up next to me on the couch.