It looks like its going to be a rainy weekend. I managed to get the dogs walked this afternoon before the deluge started, but I ended up cutting things pretty close. I could tell Dot was nervous and wanted to get back inside again, but Dash refused to poop until he got to his regular spot. From the look Dot was giving him, I knew she was thinking "hurry up you silly dog, you're going to get us all killed."
I'm always glad when Friday rolls around, even if there's nothing exciting happening on Saturday. My weeks seem longer now. Maybe it's the same as it always was. Maybe I'm just more tired these days. I find that I'm really busy every day, but at the end of the week I can never think of anything significant that happened. It's all running in place. The marathon race that life has become just goes on and on. It's Friday though. I know I'll sleep well tonight. I always do. It's waking up again the next morning that is the problem.
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