Snail's pace

This wee fella lapped me during a wet run round Arthur's seat. Summed up my sunday - slow. Meant to be working but instead gutted the flat, sorted out charity shop pile, laundry, paper, book, got more fest tickets, run .... anything frankly than work. This wee fella looked happy enough in the rain, as I was. Been a while since I haven't felt like throwing up a lung on a run. Same with work. Not so much dodging it, maybe just letting it brew. I hope.