I am sitting at the computer, trying to think of something to write about. There are a couple of things on my mind that I could write a moaning, whining post about, but I don't feel like thinking about them enough to put the thoughts into script.
Instead, I find myself looking out of the window at my back garden, it is noticeably green this morning; the rain seems to have given the colour of the plants more vibrance.
It has just started raining again and there is a consistent splatter noise, due to the overflowing water falling over the gutter instead of going down the drainpipe (therein lies another problem that I could moan about) Behind me the dog is breathing deeply, not quite a snore, it is a rhythmic sound, regular, and comes at a pace that tells me she is very relaxed.
Listening to her is making me feel sleepy, it is said that pets are therapeutic, I believe it. I just got a flashback to times when as a child, I would sit under the kitchen table (hiding) telling the dog of all my woes and wiping the occasional tear away, using his very soft ears as a handkerchief. Please don't get the wrong impression, mine was generally a very satisfactory childhood, the woes that I speak of were just normal kids stuff (nobody loves me 'cause I'm not allowed to watch what I want on TV or go to the park two miles away on my own etc)
I just realised that the splatter noise has started again, it is a nuisance, something else that needs dealing with, but there's nothing that I can do about it today, so it's probably best that I focus on the dog's breathing instead eh?
