It's a long way down to the place where we started from

I would like to state for the record that my last post's title was not a suggestion or a prophecy. Just something going through my head.

While walking the Nusch today, I realized that I tend to blog about this ritual a lot and how it is a good gauge for how I am feeling and how Nuschler is feeling. When a small dog wants attention, you pick the dog up and put him in your lap. Case closed. When a hundred pounds of fur wants attention, it's essencially a trade embargo. I can't make it to the kitchen for a cup of coffee without the furry blockade of need.

Okay, let's go for a walk.

Just Tuesday, I talked about the walk in the woods. Thursday was sleeting. Not walking weather. Today I gave in to the whining and the pitiful looks. But what to wear?

Since there is snow on the ground, that meant boots. I only have my rad spy boots, so no choice but to look like winter. Pants? Lined athletic. Jacket? Seemed like either the shell or the liner would be too light so I wore both. It was very windy, which would mean tears and the inability to see, so I went with my usual ski goggles. Hat. Balaclava. Thick winter gloves. Every inch covered.

The sad part? I wasn't over-heated, like I should have been in mid-October with my get-up. Nope, I was perfectly warm if not slightly chilled in some spots.

Sigh.