Writing my back from the edge.
Yesterday was a funk day — and no, not the musical kind. Down and grey and stressful. Bit of post weekend blues maybe, but a small price to pay after seeing one of pack get hitched. Amazing weekend. But it was a funk day nevertheless.
After a slightly uncharacteristic social knee-jerk yesterday, and a few deep breaths, today’s perspective…
“Puppa, where’s Grandma?”