True to Texas form, the seasons change at the flip of a switch. So early in the week, it was cool and pleasant. The dogs love this weather. There’s a snap in their steps while walking.
Trash day walks are tough. Every bag must be inspected, and a lot of them are ripped open. I thought it was dogs, maybe cats.
Nope. It’s mostly these guys:
Buzzards.
They look smaller than they are. Down on the street they are Thanksgiving turkey size.
The dogs hate these things with a passion. Next time, I’ll let them loose.
It’s been a busy week. And to make matters worse, the first cold front of the season is rocking through. It was 45 degrees on the walk today. This is the dogs weather. They were positively trotting. There was also wind gusts up to 45 MPG. This knocks the shit outta me when bike riding. The heater kicked on for the first time as I type this.
Work has me in a mood as dark as those birds and grey sky.
I get up with decent energy and in a generally good mood. I feed the dogs and me, then walk the dogs. Soon enough, it starts. Sucks the life right out of me. By lunch I’m like – fuggit. I’m taking a ride or going running. It re-centers me, at least somewhat.
I got the end of project blues. I know what’s coming. Endless changes suggested in passive tone – I think…I feel…
The holidays can’t come soon enough, if only for the time off.
Inspected By Pat 