On Sunday, I concerned myself with turtles. One turtle to be precise, of the snapping variety. I knew this because snapping turtles have a very distinct face, wonderfully prehistoric and extraterrestrial at the same time.
Mine was crossing the road while I made my way around the pond where I walk. So I scooped him up and placed him gently on the other side of the road. Before anyone gets too concerned, Sunday’s turtle was much smaller than the one shown above — no larger than a half dollar, fitting perfectly in the palm of my hand.
The walk that proceeded this tiny mission of mercy was no less fascinating as I spotted one fairy house, a collection of bright orange mushrooms that would have made Alice giggle, and a matching butterfly who flitted about in a meadow filled with late-summer flowers.
On Monday…sigh…I concerned myself with other things. Work things to be precise, of the overwhelming variety. I knew this because before I even got out of bed, the To-Do gremlins were tugging at the sheets and throwing my pillows on the floor.
Which is why I decided it was time to Eat That Frog!.
[ Click on the frog to watch an inspiring little movie from Simple Truths.]
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