I though I would be telling you about how I'm being intentional about spending time with friends so I don't isolate, eating citrus fruit because it's good for you and the smells are supposed to be energizing and boost mood, how I try to get outside and get some sunshine every day, and how I am burying myself in God's Word for a steady dose of Truth.
The reality is, I don't feel depressed at all! I'm not being "intentional" about spending time with my friends, I'm just letting it happen. When they ask me to do something, I say "yes." I'm not isolated, because some days I take Tim to work so I can have the car, and when I don't, my friends come over here. I am eating citrus, because it's delicious (and I can almost feel the vitamins entering my body). And of course I'm spending time in God's Word, because I always do. It's just nice that life has slowed down a little to help me hear what God's saying.
What I am saying is... thank you, Lord! I was so worried about taking care of myself, but I learned that if I just back of and let Him, HE will take care of me.
So, since I don't have that blog post to write, I was going to have an awesome post for you about a miracle stain-removing potion for your laundry. I spent some time yesterday taking pictures, spraying, and washing. And...it turned out to not be such a miracle. So no post there, either.
Guess what that leaves us with? You guessed it-- The Dogburts!
They're dogs, so of course they have a "pecking order" (I don't know what the dog-appropriate term for this is), and Jynx is the alpha. Tico was the alpha when it was just him and Toby, so he's kind of the second-ranking officer.
Sometimes I wonder, though. Maybe Toby's actually in charge. Maybe they have us all fooled. Despite Jynx's barks and growls of direction, maybe Toby is the silent boss behind it all. Kind of like a mob boss.
When I see them getting along like this--sharing a blanket, and being all...close-- it warms my heart.
But then I get nervous. Very, very nervous. What are they plotting together, in their own, silent dog-language? A world takeover, a la Pinky and the Brain? This summer I read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and it did nothing to calm my fears.
I just hope that if world domination is in their future, that they remember who fed them, cleaned up after them, and gave them soft, fluffy blankets.
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