Today was a particularly tension-filled day, so I decided to take a brisk walk late in the afternoon, climbing some of our neighborhood’s biggest hills.
When I reached home, sufficiently worn out after about 2 miles, I put water on for cooking pasta.I realized I had about a 15-minute window to just lie down and breathe, something I highly recommend any day.No sooner had I hit the sofa when I felt a paw patting my leg. Louie, our dog, looking for company. I scooted over and patted the sofa, adding, “There’s room.”He joined me, leaning warmly against my legs.Moments later I felt a weight on my chest: April, one of our cats. She padded her way to my stomach, curled up and began to purr.I held onto those moments of furry bliss -- and wished water took a bit longer to boil.