This is Monday morning, but I rolled out this morning thinking it was Tuesday. I wonder how such a notion gets started? I suppose I’ll fight it all day and tomorrow I’ll have to deal with a week with two Tuesdays.
Mr. Black wa anxious to go for a walk this morning. On morning, like this one, I don’t have what it takes to make it the full half-mile, so I cut it back to a quarter. Sometimes less. But Mr. Black seems not to notice the distance being shorter. I don’t know if it’s because he’s simply grateful to get out at all, or if he has no concept of distance.
But Tuesday, or no, I’m anxious to get to Starbucl’s a get a cup of that Joe. Tribute is my favorite, but it’s hard to find.