Someone never tires of the game "Throw the Duck!"
In fact, if you are busy weeding or some sort of outside activity...
unavailable to throw the duck...
Roxie will throw the duck herself and then chase it.
But only if you are in the yard and giving applause.
Tomorrow is my return to work.
I actually got primo hours.
When I walked in to be "re-activated"
I got a hug from my shift manager who told me how glad he was to have me back.
I am told that things did not go as smoothly as they do when I am there.
Um... how about a raise?
I'm pretty much ready.
The man is well stocked with food he likes.
I made myself a big pot of red beans and rice.
One of my favorite dishes that happens to be cheap and will feed me all week.
(Buying food at work is a budget killer.)
The hardest part will be getting up early again.
Funny how the sleep time creeps later and later when you don't have to be anywhere.
Getting my feet used to standing on them all day long again.
I must admit to some excitement.
I have not been out much since Randy's stroke.
My time has revolved almost completely around him...
because I wanted it to.
Squeaky can and has watched out for him and he will do so daily now.
Gotta keep the man safe!
My work life,
suck as it does,
We all need our time in pursuit of separate experiences.
That gives us something to talk about.
Gets us OUT.
And I am sure that the man is ready for a bit more...
Have a glorious Monday!
I know... meh Monday.
But each day is a gift,
may as well open it with gratitude.