I tried my best yesterday to not be overwhelmed by the work that awaited me upon my return from a few days off.
I failed. By the end of the day, I was frazzled. So I stole a few minutes to walk outside and do the only thing
that's guaranteed to calm my nerves and soothe my soul.
My therapist eats hay.
She would have listened to me for hours had George not come between us
for a butt scratch and
pissed her off made her jealous.
Johnny would have curled his tail around my ankles and otherwise tried to cheer me up...
...had George not run him off.
Me: George, you're not helping here.
George: Oh, but I am. Watching me chase the cat has taken your mind off all your work, hasn't it?
Me: You're right.
Leave it to the animals to help me keep things in their proper perspective.