One of those weeks with nothing going on, the minutes slowly inching by and to make the days even longer I decided to tackle the family project of learning how to wipe old computers and remove and destroy hard drives. I will spare you the rambling in-depth description of how someone who knows very little about computers accomplished this task, but I do believe the more therapeutic approach would have been to take the computers out into the yard and smash them into little bits with a sledgehammer.
As the days dragged on, Harper was acting like we were already deep into the dog days of August and it wasn’t even worth waking up for a a few biscuits.
I could blame the rainy days, but it feels like a current of melancholy swept through
and I could barely celebrate a surprisingly deserted morning at the park.
I think someone needs to take my phone away from me because my addiction to this Fireball filter is not only having a strange effect on the atmosphere,
but also upon me and the flowers, who like Harper, were not in the mood to awaken to the world.
One happy soul this week is Harper’s best buddy, who is thrilled with the extra attention whenever Harper sleeps and quits dominating the room
and biting his ears (Harper says it’s only an occasional nibble).