dogs in my laundry

There are dogs sitting in my clean laundry pile.  More accurately, there are dogs wrestling in my clean laundry pile.  I remember now why it is they don’t get to come in my room unless it’s time to sleep…the growling, the barking, the “what do you have in your mouth? give me that now!”  All that, and the wrestling in my clean laundry pile.

“You could get off the computer and put that laundry away,” you might suggest.

I would roll my eyes at your suggestion.  I will pause now to do just that…done.  I have words to write.  I have creative thoughts to think.  After a long day at work where my creativity is stifled and smothered, I have words to write.  Some here, some in a notebook, some  words in emails.

After the words, I need to focus on some positive thoughts, set some positive intentions.  I do that kind of woo-woo stuff.  I believe in it.  Pulling my thoughts out of the dark spaces and into the light of positivity keeps me sane and probably keeps me from punching strangers in the face, so let me think my good thoughts.

Perhaps someday, I’ll think putting my laundry away has a higher priority than a little creativity and some woo-woo mojo, but not this day.  Today, there are chihuahuas in my laundry and that’s okay by me.