Running Away Days

There are days when time just runs away from us and we lose track of it completely.
Today has been such a day, and yet it’s not as if we had a late start.
Well, Hubby didn’t anyway as he was awake as normal and got up around 7.30, leaving Maggie and I to snooze until we were ready to surface.
Travelling any distance seems to take it out of all of us these days actually, and doing two major trips in as many days may not have been such a good idea.

Hubby and I are both used to not really knowing what day it is as our time is our own and apart from general maintenance and house keeping, Monday could be Thursday and Friday next Tuesday for all we know.
Not that it worries us, as long as we have clean clothes, the boat is always clean and tidy, and there is food and tea bags in the cupboards, we are happy enough.
Even Maggie is more laid back these days, and not worrying to go out first thing (unless she’s not feeling well and then she is very definite in getting us up, bless her), so the longer I stay in bed, so does she. I know, any excuse to be lazy I suppose.

Once we get up though, the routine starts, priority being her first walk of the day then back to the boat for breakfast.
Today, we actually had that around 10am, which is late even for us, then we had visitors and before I knew it, two extra cups of tea and it was past midday.
We had shopping to do too, and being a Sunday, the supermarket opening hours are 10am til 4pm rather than 7am to 11pm. We are pleased that nowhere local is 24 hours as we had both in Lincolnshire and Poole. It makes us feel more civilised instead of chasing our tails in traffic both in and out of the car parks and supermarket aisles.
On the way back, I walked Maggie round the Avenue figure of eight to get my exercise quota in.

Hubby had his lunch of soup and a roll at 2pm as I was working on something, so I didn’t get to have my salad until almost 4. He is now working on a repair that could save us a lot of money, and before we know it, it’ll be dark.
Where has the day gone?
In fact, taking it to a broader aspect, where has this month and the year gone?
We are more than half way through September, the end of which marks the third quarter of the year over. The clocks go back next month when we also have Halloween, November sees Fireworks (and every night practically until New Year it seems), and the C word isn’t far away, so I shall be getting the kit out and making cards shortly.

Running away days.
Sometimes it must feel good to be the one doing the running.

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