This is Charles. Charles belongs to and is loved by my youngest daughter. He looks innocent enough, right?
My plan was to work in the office for a couple hours, then slip outside for a nice little walking adventure, snap some pics, breathe in the fresh air.
But Charles through a wrench in my beautiful plan of Day 3 Victory. He isn’t feeling well, needs some meds. Couldn’t fail him.
Off to town I went. Short shopping list for needed supplies. Well Sir Charles you may have jammed up my plans, but I found a way to get in my stroll.
The air wasn’t as fresh, the parking lot was slushie, the isles were conveniently empty. I sped up one, down another, around the outer isles, through the healthy grocery parts, poking at veggies that might tantalize my taste buds. Over to the pet department, back to the checkout, and out to the edge of the not busy parking lot.
Today was a day, to make adjustments that work while getting the job done. Charles’ habitat has been treated. My daughter is hopeful. My legs have a little burn to.
Victory doesn’t always have to look exactly the way we had imagined it to.