I think I’m just all out of sorts this week. This morning I woke up late feeling sluggish and scattered and a bit panicked because I was running late.
Then I tried to leave the house to walk the dog in my slippers.
I had my jacket on. I had the leash on the dog. I had the door open. We were about to step out onto the porch. And something didn’t feel right. I looked down and realized I was still wearing my slippers. Oops.
I had to pull the dog back in the house so I could change into my shoes. The entire time I was doing this she was laying there, leash still on, her chin on her front paws, giving me this look. Like I was an awful tease to put her leash on and then not go anywhere. She was not pleased with me to say the least.
At this point I’m just counting my blessings that I’m fully dressed. And that it’s Friday.