A day off not really
I had every intention of taking Monday off, the day after my first half marathon. It was a reward to myself. It turned out to be a 3/4 day off. It was suppose to be a day I slept in. That didn’t happen. When Ted got up, he didn’t take Shane downstairs with him. For some reason, only known to Shane, it’s ok that Ted stays in bed when I get up but I am NOT allowed to stay in bed if Ted gets up. Shane whines and whines and nuzzles me with his nose. At 5 AM I gave [...]