As I look through my images from Sunday in the search for something to post today, I realize that I can’t remember going outside today. My first conference call started early and I ran out of time to take Tisen on his morning walk. My husband filled in for me on walking duty–I was happy to hand off given that it was pouring down rain.
My day remained jam-packed until 6:30PM when my husband came home and I looked up to realize I’d been sitting at my desk nearly non-stop for 10 ½ hours.
That was when I actually did go outside. Poor Tisen hadn’t had a mid-day break because I was too busy. I took him out in a bit of a daze, having trouble focusing after having been looking 2 feet in front of me all day. We did a quick lap around the smaller section of the park given that it was misting and threatening to break out into another honest downpour at any moment.
As I think back, I now remember that trek around the park. The exercise class working out in the misting rain, the children up on the sledding hill, and running into a neighbor with a tiny pomeranian puppy Tisen seems to be afraid of. It was while I was talking to the neighbor that it dawned on me I hadn’t brushed my teeth. I tried not to smile too much.
When we got back inside, I went back to work, trying to wrap up on a couple of items I hadn’t had time to finish. But not for too long–one of my goals is to keep my work day to 10 hours unless it’s a dire emergency or pressing deadline. I’ll get there some day.
Eventually, I turned to my photos. It was the images of the yellow flowers whose name I once knew but now escapes me that caused me to wonder if I had been outside. Doesn’t it seem like it would be hard to walk by such bright beauties without noticing?