My friend Joan had this on her blog and I stole it. It sort of sums up what I need after a day of listening to a whining client, sorting through a file pile that is 16 hands at the shoulder, yelling at Chase to leave Kip alone, and wondering how I’m going to get the house and yard presentable before the company with the new Element arrives. It was one of those Mondays — tomorrow will be better — especially if my radio wave clock pulls itself together and receives the appropriate vibes this evening. I gave the clock a fresh battery today. The hands jumped to a new time and I didn’t even think to look at my watch. The wall clock was, however, an hour behind. Chase was today’s office dog, and finally demanded that we go home — shoot! It was getting dark out. Stupid clock.
February 9, 2009