The weather went bonkers. According to the latest weather forecast, the night will bring sleet and snow as the temperatures drop and the northern wind blows thick clouds above us. Tomorrow morning will be icy, and I can't help but wonder: how on earth will I be able to take Abby for her early morning walk? Since we live on a steep street, climbing up to where I usually walk her is not an option when ice covers the road and the sidewalk. We won't be able to climb up on all fours! I'll put on an enormous nappy and crawl like a baby. Maybe that will help...
When I woke up this morning, I knew the day wouldn't be an active one. Nothing sinister happened that would have suggested anything unexpected; it was rather one of those intuitions that depicted how the events of the day would unfold. This gut feeling strengthened when I grabbed Abby's leash and took her for her early morning walk. She was as inactive as I was, and the speed and length of our walk corroborated this theory. We ambled back to the house momentarily. After this painfully short-lived stroll with a surprisingly exhausted canine, I sat in front of the TV, munched my breakfast and slurped the much-needed black nectar in the form of a strong espresso. What a surreal still-life this was. Especially considering how many episodes we have watched from one of the currently watched series. As my system started to absorb the caffeine, switching my wee brain into the first gear, the haze dissipated over today's schedule. Harnessing this ephemeral clear state, I rushed into...
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