After that last whingey post? Where I whined about being lazzzy (you should be grateful you can’t hear me, really. Poor Lala) and tirrred ad nauseum? Then, strangely enough, I did all the things I didn’t want to do. Just did them. I felt so much better after giving myself permission to do crap-all that I got most everything done.
Then I went to Point Isabel, which is only a mile down the road from where we usually take the dogs (I thought it was in Marin, for some reason), and it turns out that it’s dog heaven. Really. SO MANY DOGS, all shapes and sizes, most off-leash (not Clara yet), all running and leaping and having fun. Also, they have a cafe with lattes and hot dogs and nice things like that, and a little shop where you can wash your dogs with nice soap. And they’re so nice. Everyone is nice there. It was as if they were all Canadian or something. And the view of the city today was so clear, the Golden Gate looking as if I could reach out and smoodge it with my finger.
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