It is one of the little joys in life, walking the dog on a Monday at noon. It's one of those things one doesn't get to do often (admittedly I get to do it more often than most, especially in the summer months, but I digress). So, as Ripken and I trotted through the fog-beshrouded neighborhood, tenuously picking our way through icy patches and climbing the vestiges of snow mountains left by plows and shovels, we both had a jauntiness in our stride, the click of heels and toe nails making a rhythmic celebration on the cement and frozen melt.
And just like that, it's a good day, again.
2 comments:
For a moment there, I thought you were talking about a yo-yo trick. Or a dance move. Then it became clear.
Hope your three-day weekend springs you nicely into a short week!
Anon AMVB
I didn't mention that I was busting a move while I yo'd my yo while I walked the dog? Woof.
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