Getting better! |
Literally.
One of my friends picked me up and drove me to work. She brought Starbucks, which is a nice touch for any chauffeur. We share an office, so we worked together, and then we got back in the car together and she drove me home. I'm a lucky girl.
I caught up on email and travel arrangements for a trip I won't be able to take and service plans and budgets and changes and new small group members and a list of folks interested in working in creative arts and....
...just work.
It's mundane, some of it; details and plans that we manage every week.
David. Me. |
And then she teared up, and I knew she really meant it.
I appreciate my job, and I'm glad for it. It's work that matters, because it's where I am and what I'm called to do and I am using my abilities and skills to make a contribution to something larger than myself. And I'm surrounded by good, honest, kind, caring people who are committed to do the same.
I am so grateful.
It was a very good day, but I came home with a horrid headache. It was a little too much, too soon - and once again, my husband knows best. In lieu of him saying, "I told you so", which he is too much of a gentleman to EVER do, I'll simply admit it. He told me so.
Yep. |
4 comments:
YAY for your day and all of the people who care about and love you! BBBOOOO to the headache!
I'm glad you had a good day out. Sorry for the headache... the dilated pupil will contribute to that... just saying and yeah well, hubby may have a point... glare factor too Beth...
I can imagine how good it felt to be back with your people! I'm glad for you!
You look like you weigh 102 lbs in that photo w/ David. Glad you're getting better.
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