I’m stuck in a lounge chair trying not to move. My leg hurts but there’s a very large dog in the next room and she’s on fourteen days rest. She disagrees.
My daughter has her spayed last Thursday and since the anaesthetic wore off she’s been wanting to bounce about like Tigger!
Today my daughter is at work and I’m responsible for one recovering dog, one healthy dog outside and one indoor cat that scares dogs for fun. She’s such a tiny thing.
I’d like to write but the turning of pages is picked up by her ears way down in her cone-of-shame. She hears everything. I’ve never been so grateful for the silent function on my phone.
I’ve scrolled social media. Googled everything I could possibly need to know (doesn’t involve sound).
I could be taking pictures of my outfit of the day but I chose practical and I haven’t wrangles day two of a wet set into shape nor have I put on any makeup! I did cleanse, tone and moisturise though. It’s the smallest things that keep us feeling alive.
Time for a changing of the guard soon. Perhaps I’ll be able to concentrate on some writing back in my own home with my own pets.