Walking in the cold drizzle- with the critters is sometimes a chore at 6 AM on Mondays. Not that rain in San Diego is often more than drizzle elsewhere. Once home, we toweled off. I say “we” as I wore a water –resistent jacket this morning. Feeling that I had to leave right away, I rewarded the guys with biscuits. Maybe these were a bribe to stay off the leather furniture. (At least until I’m out the door.)
Twenty minutes later sitting in traffic leading to the on-ramp traffic, I was justifying “Eric deserves a biscuit” – or a creme-filled donut – thoughts. The donut shop was 10 minutes over and back, vice 20 minutes staying in this lane.
The donut was delicious.