I suppose all this rain is my fault; I’d scoffed at the instructions to plant tobacco after monsoons… The backyard is now one with the pool and it just keeps coming down.
Blah.
So, here we are again, at our breakfast table, both staring at the wet world outside. We aren’t accustomed to having the doors closed these days. We. Are. Bored.
At least Niko will enjoy the new flowers to sniff once we can go outside. He and the others will play and get muddy because that’s how you have the best fun.
The dog run, btw, was ripped out earlier this month as our dogs have just as much right to go where they want as we. This way of thinking is also why I have a stiff back today, as I had two chins snuggling in extra close all night… Moving was not an option. Spoiled. Rotten.