dog behaviour, human behaviour, poetry
I play with my dogs. A lot. But over last few days I was befriended by a virus, and slept a lot.
My dogs slept too. In the absence of all the usual cues I give them that another game is afoot, they just…
Slept, stretched, ate, pooped, slept, played without me, slept.
Occasionally barked.
This article by the inimitable Caitlin Johnstone https://medium.com/@caityjohnstone/an-open-letter-to-every-man-who-has-ever-told-me-how-to-do-my-job-here-f74d7fc2de7a
talks about one of the blocks to female creativity.
Facebook, that is. Not my dear blog followers.
So, I deleted my account.
Did I feel a little, well, lost?
For a moment this morning, as I grabbed my tea and sat down at the computer, my hand paralyzed on the mouse, my eyes wandering over my favourites, I did miss it.
For a moment. LOL
Then I realized, hey, I have choices! I stood up, grabbed my tea, sat down at the kitchen table, and read the local newspaper.
Best day ever.
Best Day Ever 