Some days, the world really has a way of making you feel like everyone is "out to get you" and that you're just barely getting by (whether or not that's really true.)
I came home in a very bleak mood the other day. Nothing catastrophic had happened, but to steal a line that I've heard before, and it felt like I was being nibbled to death by a bunch of ducks. Lots of little stuff.
But I challenge anyone to remain in a bad mood if they are greeted at the door by happy, dancing greyhound, who is delirious with joy for seeing them. As soon as the door opened, Argos raced over, and did the little greyhound dance in front of me (kind of looks like the Peanuts characters dancing, come to think of it, but with more spinning.) He was soooo happy to see me, with a big doggie grin on his face, tongue lolling, tail spinning like a helicopter propeller. Ah, the joys of home.
Jeff and I made dinner together, and I could feel myself relaxing even more as we talked, even if some of it was just routine stuff like, "Did you medicate Charlotte?" or "What's on for tomorrow," that kind of stuff.
Later, after our walk, and everyone had eaten and their various needs cared for, I sank into the recliner, putting my feet up. Let's not mention that I did this so that spouse and the dog could lie on the couch: there was no room for me! A few minutes into our television show (Glee, if you must know!) and Charlotte jumped up into the chair and then up into her favorite spot, on the chair back above my head, tail occasionally dropped down over the front so that she could twitch me with it. A few minutes later, Bit jumped up and settled in to nap between my feet, which were covered by a warm fleece blanket. And then Annie jumped up and settled in on my lap. All three were purring.
And wait, wait it isn't over yet! Later that night, as I climbed into bed for sleeping, Romeo jumped up onto the bed and snuggled up against my leg. He's learning that humans and beds = warmth and snuggles, now that I have learned to look before moving my legs in the middle of the night.
This kind of evening is what life is all about. It makes all of the other stuff more bearable, you know?