Groove, Slam, Work it back, Filter that, Baby bump that track...(Lady Gaga, Starstruck)
Yesterday I showed you a picture of my Headless Horse. Look, today I have one of my Headless Bengal Freaky Venus! That's Madame Mim there, doing the beheading. This could become a regular feature, Headless Pets!
Can anyone tell exactly just how long a day this has been for me? I am loving my early morning riding, it's perfect, but there is sort of a perfect storm going on of me deciding to Get Fit and be up early to do it, and some extremely hectic work days. Not that we ever lay around eating Bon-Bons on the slowest of weeks, but these past few days, I'm not sure I've had two seconds to breathe.
I did some math yesterday, yes, I know, but I can do it if I think really hard, and figured out for the time at the office, I got an e-mail every 30 seconds. Don't get me wrong, I am certainly not complaining, just sort of in shell shock after the day. Boss is off shortly to the PEN Festival, as you might know, and the PEN people, I have to shout out, are the truly best people I have ever worked with. E-mails to them are answered in minutes, and their single goal seems to be "How can we make this go really well for your Boss" I love them. They rock.
It's the rest of the time that is getting filled up hour by hour. Persnickety trip, this one.
Oh, Fods, I must be tired, when do I ever come home to Fiends and talk about My Day At Work???? I talk to the Bengals, who tell me "It's your own Bloody fault, don't come to US, we never approved of this LEAVING every day, now, where IS the Featherstick.
I would talk to the fish, but, there, uh, aren't so many of them, another two seem to be "Doing the Float" What is UP with these dead fish??? If they were simply GONE, I would have my suspicions.....
I like this Path. It's a good one. (Not the dead fish part) I cantered today WITH people, and it went well. No fear. I sent Nathilie a Tweet in French. I believe it was an ungrammatical "We can Skype from my Grave if they don't dig me out" but still, progress on all fronts.
I met the Nice Lady who gave me the Bagpipes, on my way home tonight, and she did NOT ask what sort of progress I was making. (None, let's call it CONgress.)
I took the Dog for a lovely walk and listened to Lady Gaga. (Starstruck, on repeat, that song has GOT me.)
Mim didn't pee on the counter as I got her food ready. (Yes, she has been. No idea WHY, mind you, but there you have it)
Magic licked me. Hissed. And licked again.
My muscles are screaming in agony somewhat less than yesterday.
And I am home. It's all good.
Groove, Slam, Work it back, filter that, baby bump that track....
Mantra to live by.
Love, Work and New Paths,