Saturday I had a very busy day at work, and then J and I got out of town to see a movie and eat dinner. I felt run down Saturday night; the week had been draining for more than one reason, one being the most hellish periods I’d had in a while–not because of cramping, but because of other reasons I don’t want to talk about.
So, when I went to bed Saturday I announced that I wanted to sleep in, and J announced his disbelief (I rarely sleep past seven, or even 6:30). I showed HIM, though, and slept until nine. I also shared with him my desire to have an Official Shirk All Responsibility Day, and so that is what we did. We took the dogs to a nearby state park to wear them out (for a peaceful day, all pets must be thoroughly exhausted). The morning was overcast and windy, the ground soggy. We saw a pheasant, several hawks, tons of ducks, geese, a crane, parts of a dead fish, songbirds, and two shaggy deer. Also, cows, horses, and sheep. Monk liked the deer the best; Cab liked the dead fish scales the best. Or maybe the deer poop; he can’t decide. At any rate, we came home with two tired muddy dogs and I promptly got back into bed and slept for another hour and a half.
I felt guilty enough about all the lovely shirking that I did a bit of cleaning up in my studio and worked on some laundry, but that’s about all I accomplished, other than uploading some photos to Flickr and showering. Monk accomplished a lot of sleeping, and so did the cats.
The neighbors behind us put out a stack of four plastic lawn chairs by their back door, however, and it made Cab freak out. Lots of barking, lots of fur up, lots of him not wanting to potty because OH NO OH NO WHAT IS THAT WHAT IS THAT IS THAT A DOG THAT IS ANOTHER STUPID DOG I WILL KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL. I AM SO SCARED. We had to try a few times, taking him in, waiting/ignoring him, then taking him back out. This morning he was still a little bit idiotic about them, but it was minor compared to last night.
I was starting to suspect maybe Cab wasn’t as dumb as we previously thought, but I take it all back.
At any rate, Shirking Days are good.
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Love,
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