It’s been a dog day afternoon. Everywhere I’ve gone, the dog’s followed. From lounge to kitchen to office; even the bathroom. She’s near my foot as I type this, hopeful of signs I’m going to take her for another walk. But outside it’s gusty, dusty, fragmented, as cooler air confronts the warmer air from the inland.And there are no footpaths here. I usually have to drive to go for a walk. Such is life in Victor Harbor.
I read last night : say ‘yes and’ rather than ‘yes but’ to the day.
So I’ve taken the opportunity to secure some things around the yard. In the process, tidying up, getting exercise and periodically playing chase with the dog.
Time for dinner.