End of a long weekend

It’s the end of the long Thanksgiving weekend, and while I’ll be sad to see it go, it will probably be good to get back to work and a regular schedule. That doesn’t mean, however, that I’m not still taking the last two weeks of December off from work, or that I’m not suddenly thinking three weeks is a long time to wait until then. Because I am, on both counts. But at the same time, there’s something to be sad for orderly routine. Days off from it wouldn’t seem as nice without.

Not much happened here today, beyond Chloe, my sister’s dog, deciding to run all over the neighborhood for about twenty minutes right before it was time for her to head back home to Maryland. It took the three of us — me, my sister, and my father — along with a very helpful, hot-dog-wielding neighbor to wrangle her back home. And, when we did, it was more her getting tired and returning than anything, running back into the garage as if nothing had ever happened.

My own day wasn’t half as exciting. I didn’t even finish doing the Sunday crossword.

2 thoughts on “End of a long weekend

  1. Thank goodness for hot-dog wielding neighbours. The friendly kind, that is. I don’t think I’d want to see an angry neighbour with a kielbasa in hand, advancing down the hallway towards me.

    • She and her husband are very friendly, and they have dogs of their own. I think that’s why she had pieces of hot dog at the ready.

      Eventually none of us really caught Chloe; she just got tired and ran back home.

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