And Then It Was Saturday

I did something different this Saturday and hung out with My Darling. He had a small job to do for one of his clients, and I had a few errands of my own to run. Since we were both headed in the same general direction, we made it a team effort.

While at the client's home we saw a very sickly looking fox wandering through some backyards. His tail was bare from his backside down to the middle of his tail. It's been a long, rough winter for those living in the wild and I'm not sure that poor guy is going to make it. However, we saw a couple deer wandering through the same back yard a few minutes later. They looked much better than the fox, although I can't say there will be anything left of the shrubs and trees in the neighborhood.

My Darling and I enjoyed lunch together at Carrabba's, which has been on our minds since receiving a gift card from one of our kids at Christmas. We stopped at Target so I could pay off my credit card and picked up some pet food. The cats were very concerned this morning to find their bag of kibbles empty. Sofie had one more feeding left in her bag of dog food but she appeared oblivious. Truthfully, she'd probably be happy with a steady diet of apples, oranges, peppers, cucumbers and whatever other fruits and vegetables I care to share, but that would likely turn out to more expensive than a bag of dog food every few weeks.

Whilst wandering the aisles of Target we picked up a movie to take home and watch. (We considered going to see McFarland USA but we'd already been out for several hours, our animals were hungry, and the dog likely needed to go out.) After a "quick" snooze on the couch and a snippet of leftover enchiladas, we settled in to watch "The Book Thief," the tale of a young girl and her love of books during WW2. It was both interesting and thought provoking. We also picked up a copy of Disney's "Tangled" because it's my favorite and I decided it would be a good early birthday present.

Now it's time to turn our clocks ahead and attempt to adjust to losing an hour of sleep. I'll likely stumble around groggily tomorrow morning, like usual, until either a shower or a cup of coffee chases the sleep from my eyes. Spring is not far off once we switch those clock hands.