Mama said there’d be days . . .

As weeks go, it wasn’t the best, nor was it was the worst. No one died, and no one got bloodied. That’s always the test, right–did anyone die; are you bleeding? If the answer is no to those two questions, it’s going to be okay sooner, rather than later.

Still, each day, for the first three days of the week, we learned of another person/group of people ‘no longer with the company.’ We’re not talking a random sea of names—they were people we worked under and alongside; people we respected and had grown to love.

Come close of business on Wednesday I suggested we just call it a week. After all, it seems like we had already lived through several (if you’ve been around here any length of time, I’m sure you know this scene came to mind).

Needless to say, I’m beyond thrilled we actually made to the weekend.

Any plans?

No plans for me, thank you—all I ask is days bereft of tears and goodbyes. Maybe we could throw in a restful night’s sleep . . . a morning with little more to do than sit on the couch and sip some coffee . . . some laughter . . . some good music . . . a good book . . . you know, the good stuff.

I hope the same can be said of you . . .

Happiest of happy, to you!