Apparently we are much happier at times when are mind is not wandering. It's not that an unhappy mind wanders; it's that a wandering mind brings on unhappiness.
I went out this afternoon - an unseasonably warm, sunny afternoon - and spent time playing footsie with Bridget, scratching Chloe and talking to George. Just enjoying the day in an aimless, tra-la-la kind of way. But after I'd left, I realized that the whole time I was there, I was really there - my mind had not been working on solving any great problems or observing any important phenomena, but it had been present, with the horses - not scurrying off into the back room to pore over dusty thoughts in the dark, leaving the real world behind.
I think Bridget may have reached 14:2 hh
|Chloe is shaggy.|
|I think these are probably the cutest ears in the world.|