There are some days when I get up in the morning full of energy and opitmism, and it's hard to even sit still for long before I dive into things. Today wasn't one of those.
Even on good days the dogs put me to shame with their get up and go. Isn't it kind of annoying when it takes us 20-30 minutes to get up, do our %#* stretches because of our %$# back, get dressed, find clean socks, lace into boots, don extra layers, coat, hat, gloves -- go outside, loosen snowshoes, put on snowshoes, tighten snowshoes... and meanwhile the dogs wake up, stretch for 10 seconds and bounce out the door?
Well - T. is playing "Good Day Sunshine" on the piano, which is probably my cue to stop grumping and meet the day --