I had a not-great day yesterday.
You’d think it would have been a great day – after all, it started out pretty great. The Boy and I got up early and headed out for separate runs. (Yay!) I was able to run nearly the entire 2 miles.(Yay – particularly after taking nearly 6 months off!) I was prepared for my 9 am conference call. (Miracle!)
But then everything went pear shaped.
Some days are just like that.
By the time evening rolled around, I was wiped out. The Boy suggested ordering dinner (I love it when he cooks!), but I had a cupcake bake-athon planned to prepare for an upcoming Cake Day at his office, so I didn’t think cooking dinner was too much additional work.
Eventually I collapsed on the sofa, laptop in lap, ready to do a bit of work.
Just as I started to open the file I needed, a furry boy crawled onto my lap – over my keyboard, standing on my chest, staring at me.
How can you say no to that?
So I scratched his ears, hugged and snuggled with him. We had a right-royal love fest. And by the time he headed over to sit with his daddy, I felt much better.
It’s amazing what a dab of fur and a dose of purring will do for a girl!
there is scientific proof to this … animal therapy! I could go on and on about it but I will save it since, after reading this post, I see it would be preaching to the choir!