I’m guessing you are having a hell of a time making a connection between fleas and anything zen, and I’d have to agree with you. But that’s what occurred to me as I opened a window to type. It may have had something to do with looking down at my dog’s butt next to me on the couch and watching a damn flea scurry across it. So, yeah, that’s how my day is going.
It isn’t much of a surprise really, considering how much my cat is scratching herself – she looks a bit frantic about the whole thing. Which tells me I have a problem.
And problems don’t tend to have much in common with zen. Continue reading