I went back to the house despite knowing that I can only spend a maximum of 20 minutes with the boys within the one-hour lunch break.
20 minutes driving home
20 minutes talk to the F l u f f y shrinks
20 minutes drive back to office
Lately nothing sparks an interest to me at work. I tried. I looked. I observed. I stopped.
That is worrisome. I am so scared of getting bored with my job!
And I find it difficult to talk to the air-headed bunch.
So I drove home.
To my F l u f f y shrinks.
I left LouLou theCat outdoor with Shorty theDog when I left in the morning, he must have been glad that I was back during the lunchtime to let him in.
Shorty as the usual crazy self, half expecting me to take him for a stroll (seriously, under the scorching sun?!), and half wanting me to rub his belly.
F l u f f y Shorty got belly-rubbing, while I was waiting for the water to boil.
F l u f f y LouLou meowed me from the kitchen, asking if he can have a canned fish instead of the biscuit.
Now I got confused - who's the shrink? Because it looks like I am the one responding to their needs; like how a psychiatrist responds to / analyzes a patient.
Nonetheless, in between feeding LouLou, playing with Shorty and having a hot drink (as my lunch!), I found my sanity. At least I stopped thinking, worrying, analyzing about work.
My F l u f f y boys!
Too bad it was raining when I got home in the second-half time. Otherwise I will take Shorty strolling around the taman.