Honestly, now.

Somedays I want to just stay in bed and not bother wandering out into the world. 

Fortunately, I have a dog and a job.  Either the dog goes out or I have to clean up a mess.  Either I go to work or I go back home.  And as sucky as some days are, I’m pretty sure they’d be worse if I didn’t have any money.  Money can’t buy happiness, but it can take the edge off of misery. 

I will be okay.  I just need some time to mull over some things and I imagine that by Sunday I’ll be right as rain.  

And it sure doesn’t hurt that I like my job.   

In the midst of mulling, I took Badugi for a walk by the river.  I let him off of the leash and ran about with him.  When it was time to put the leash back on, I had him jump into my arms (I was standing up), much to the amusement of passerby.  As much as a royal pain that dog was as a puppy, I’m very glad I have him.  He’s grown into a pretty nice dog. 

Sorry this is so spacey.  I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night (woke up waaaaaaaay too early) and so I’m prone to tangents.  And grammar mistakes.  And spelling mistakes.  (Yeah, yeah Mike.)