Mondays are tough for all of us work a day folk, but I have been thinking today about how Sundays are Lucy's hectic days. On our road, in the summertime and on the weekends particularly, there is a dramatic uptick in traffic, both car and foot. And our Lucy must spend her long days barking at passers by, with a ferocity I just can never really understand. I mean we hardly live in a high crime area. But today, she has been outside the entire time I have been home, just laid out in the sun, and hardly lifting her head when something, or someone goes by. I just had lunch on the patio in the sun myself, and she sat at attention for a while, surely hoping something might come her way, but when nothing did, she went prone again. She seemed happy just to be there, on the warm brick, the two of us, together.
It's back to work tomorrow for me, of course, but I hope I can keep "Monday Lucy"'s zen in mind. I may not be able to nap while the kids move around me, but a mellow approach to Tuesday might be just what the doctor ordered.
