Little Roses. There was a terrible storm last night and I feared that my little flowers would be lost to the pounding of hail, but my flowers are all still in tact. It is 54º, with a slight breeze, and just perfect for a Friday morning.
I have to talk with an employee this morning about two serious issues. Dammit. I came into our offices yesterday to see her getting a massage from a male intern in another discipline. Really? I have to TELL someone it is inappropriate to get massages in your office at work? The other issue is also something that is just common sense, but I have to remind her. She does not take any feedback well, so this should not be a pleasant day for her. But I can close my door and focus on my job and not worry about her.
But secretly? I hope she calls in sick today. I had to send her home early yesterday because of something else. She knows she is in trouble.
I have minor surgery on Monday and will be out for three days. I am going to see if I can do a Lonesome Dove marathon on Netflix while I am recovering. I love that book, and would love to watch the mini-series. I wanna watch Gus and Call head up to Montana!
In the meantime, it will be a good day, really, it will – right?
Please be with me Lord as I walk through this day.