One morning I sent John and Clara out to do a little job for me with the tractor and the chickens and only Clara returned home.

After a bit, I started wondering where John went and when I headed out the back door to find him I saw this:

The amount of time that I stood staring at the pants and shoes in utter confusion, with a hint of panic, is a bit embarrassing but no doubt directly correlated to the fact that I had yet to finish my first cup of tea for the day.

Did I ask him to do one too many jobs with the chickens and he lost his mind?

Did Clara’s demands finally push him over the edge?

Had my husband truly stripped off half his clothes and run away from home?

That’s when the light bulb turned on.

Run.

He was going to try barefoot running, and sure enough when I stepped around our dirty truck, I saw John (thankfully wearing shorts) and both dogs running up the hill.

I breathed a sigh of relief and went to go find my cup of tea.