Fuzzy Days

Posted in Animals, Dogs, Golden Retrievers, Mysticism, Parkinson's, Spirituality, Writing

We call them fuzzy days…the kind of day where you don’t get up ’til after noon, eat all your food in bed, and never bath before 3:30…or perhaps not at all. I make the critical decision to rise from bed at 4:30 and draw a bath. The water feels warm, cleansing. ┬áMy body doesn’t seem to want to move today…a part of the...

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