It started when I walked in the door. There had been three inches of rain while I was gone and the house smelled like 10 wet dogs had been living there. And it appeared that a husky had been exploded and its fur evenly distributed throughout the house. The next day, while trying to get back into the work routine, I discovered a tick on me in what must be the absolute worst location for a man to have a tick. The removal left that body part quite sore and I am dreading the swelling and itching that I typically experience as an allergic reaction to ticks. With no food in the house I nearly succumbed to fast food, but stopped myself with the realization that the five minutes of satisfaction it would provide would be followed by many hours of self-loathing, so I went to the grocery store instead. I got the house back to an acceptable balance of clean vs. doggy, and I treated all the dogs for fleas and ticks.
The next day, my computer died.
I had to put in some work hours on Saturday because I hadn't been very productive on Thursday and Friday. I couldn't make myself get outside even though it was a cooler day and I had grass that needed mowing. I could have easily spent the day watching bad television and eating too much food.
I knew what I needed to do even though I didn't want to do it. Disgusted with myself and feeling guilty about the dogs, I loaded up Maya, TJ, and Trooper and we set out for a hike. I was just going to go a couple miles because I was in a bad mood and really didn't want to be out there. After two miles, however, it happened. I felt better physically and my attitude was much better, so we hiked another two miles. Not a big hike, but a start back on the road I needed to be on. There's a meme I have seen on Facebook a number of times that states: "Food is the most abused anxiety drug and exercise is the most underutilized antidepressant." It's certainly true for me and it works for me every time.
|Maya and Trooper|
|Honeysuckle is an awful weed, but the smell|