Not only that, but when I returned home from lunch, my lost keys were waiting for me. I never would have considered a broken elevator 'lucky', but it was for me today. Broken elevators require elevator technicians and they are the rescuers of orphan keys. I think there's Karma in that somewhere.
The temperature, which has been unusually mild these past few weeks, took a dive today. By noon, the windchill was -27C. My practice was cold and stiff this morning (I was halfway through before I truly warmed up). I even broke out my decidedly non-vegan sheepskin hat and mitts (kept from my university days in the Colorado mountains).
Princess Fur, who keeps a full coat of fur this time of year (I clip her short in the summer months), also wore her turtleneck sweater, her red fleece coat and her hot pink 'mutt-luks' (doggie boots). Incredibly, in the face of so much humiliation, she somehow manages to retain her dignity. Behold:
But she refused to look me in the eye for about a half-hour after that walk. Can you blame her? ;-)
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