I need to get away from my desk more. I didn't brown bag dinner today, I didn't have time to fix any food because L had an early start and I was home alone with the two dogs. It took a while to feed and water them and then walk first one and then the other (I tried walking both together before, it wasn't very successful -- they either tried to head in different directions or got their leashes tangled) , all of which took even longer because in between I had to mop up after Rupert who can seemingly generate pee out of air in five minutes.
All that activity and copious cups of coffee meant that I hadn't time (or the inclination) for lunch, so I slipped out for what I considered to be an early dinner before the workflow started. It was about 6pm, and as I walked through the blocks of flats to the coffee shop, residents were returning home from work. It's a weird feeling to see people heading home, some with grocery bags and others were takeaway food packets, knowing that your own workday is yet to properly begin.
And the dogwalkers were out. I patted one mutt, one shihtzu type hairy dog, one retriever and smiled at two Jack Russells yapping and trotting away in the distance. Suddenly my day got better. And that's when I thought I need to get away from my desk more.
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