It’s a celebration

It’s a good thing that I had you keep my plans to run a secret.  I mean, really; if people got word of it, and tried to find me at my favorite running spots, they would have been sorely disappointed.  I never even made it out the door. 

Around 4 pm, a corporate-wide email went out to all employees.  My voicemail light came on at the same time. 

Fortunately, the announcement was good news.  You can’t be sure these days, and with my last company having layoffs two years in a row, I’m a little leery.  Instead of getting our pink slips, everyone was invited to a celebration.  So, there was no running after work for me.  Like the good employee that I am, I made my dutiful appearance at the gathering. 

It’s just as well.  I haven’t been feeling all that energetic since last week’s headache.  I have been both emotionally and physically strained this week.  Another day of running might have pushed me right over the edge. 

I arrived home with a bit of time before YaYa would be home from practice.  It wasn’t enough for a run, but was enough to get a few things done.  With the dogs by my  side, I folded laundry in the garage, watered some thirsty plants in the yard, and read the mail.  Ronin and Lucky stayed occupied by filling up on dog food. 

After our chores, the three of us went for a walk in the neighborhood.  Later YaYa joined us for a trip one last trip down the block then in and out of the courts.  Ronin and Lucky didn’t even beg at dinner, and they are now passed out for the night.  *smile*

Now, THAT is something to celebrate!