Gift

The minutes and hours roll off into the absent afternoon, no work shift today, President's Day, and I have nothing to do. A gift at times, the day finds its own way without me, I just go along. 

Stay off my phone, keep the doggie on my lap, that's already big improvement. It's raining outside anyway, for days now, we stand in the doorway, watch the downpour. 

'No walks, again', she says in a low whine; as gray clouds pass, uncaring.