Whatever is Closer Appears Larger

Reading my old Collecting Thoughts posts generally affects me in one of two ways: I either hang my head in shame or I think, I need to revisit that and expand upon it. Once in a while, though, I find myself smiling at a memory from one of my days. Today, in a post from 8 March 2018, which happened to be filled with mistakes that escaped my proofreading skills (if I even attempted to employ them on that particular piece), I found this lovely bit:

It’s nearly midnight. Once again, I thought I had more time than was really the case. Andi knows what’s up. Between 10:30 and 11:00, she started pestering me, so I asked Luke to take her out again. When they got back in, Andi continued trying to get my attention, so I asked Stella to check Andi’s water bowl and fill it if it were empty (it was). That wasn’t it, though. Finally, I realized that Andi was trying to get me to go upstairs with her, so I did. She lay down on her bed next to my bed, and I sat on the floor, rubbing her belly and scratching her ears until she was nearly asleep.

Reading it over again, just now, I smiled. Maybe there was more value in my daily posts than I ever realized.