A few months ago, Jack was a little bit off-kilter one Sunday. He seemed cranky, rumpled, and generally discombobulated.
I mean, Durel and I both certainly have days like that, but we blame it on the tribulations of adulthood. We don't generally see that, or expect that, from our feisty little ray of sunshine.
Lounging wasn't doing the trick, really. Napping didn't fix what ailed him. So, I decided that a quick trip out, somewhere, would help.
We ended up at Rudy's. We shared some brisket, some white bread, and some root beer.
Wouldn't you know? It perked us both up considerably.
I know it's Monday and all. Hope nothing discombobulates you today.