Just What the {Furry} Doctor Ordered

I had a not-great day yesterday.

You'd think it would have been a great day - after all, it started out pretty great. The Boy and I got up early and headed out for separate runs. (Yay!) I was able to run nearly the entire 2 miles.(Yay - particularly after taking nearly 6 months off!) I was prepared for my 9 am conference call. (Miracle!)

But then everything went pear shaped.

Some days are just like that.

By the time evening rolled around, I was wiped out. The Boy suggested ordering dinner (I love it when he cooks!), but I had a cupcake bake-athon planned to prepare for an upcoming Cake Day at his office, so I didn't think cooking dinner was too much additional work.

Eventually I collapsed on the sofa, laptop in lap, ready to do a bit of work.

Just as I started to open the file I needed, a furry boy crawled onto my lap - over my keyboard, standing on my chest, staring at me.

How can you say no to that?

So I scratched his ears, hugged and snuggled with him. We had a right-royal love fest. And by the time he headed over to sit with his daddy, I felt much better.

It's amazing what a dab of fur and a dose of purring will do for a girl!