The issue here is most likely the fact that, because I'm still job-hunting, the weather really plays a role in my day to day goings-on.
Like today. I was planning on checking out a state park I've never been to, but decided to stick close to home because I don't know how to read these clouds fluently yet. So, went back to the Wildlife Refuge.
First, me and the pup thought to ourselves, should we try to climb Elk Mountain?
We walked for probably 5 minutes uphill before I got nervous about a snake biting my face off (thanks, husband, for freaking me out so solidly) and then I saw a TARANTULA.
We were out.
We decided to play it safe, stay in the car, and drive up Mt. Scott instead.
That was cool and everything, but we were restless. I needed an adrenaline fix.
I've learned a few things about buffalo since moving to Oklahoma; one of the most important things is that a buffalo, who usually keeps his head down to graze, will only look directly at you if he's thinking about flattening you in a stampeding blaze of glory.
I think my dog has post-traumatic stress.