Mondays....can you say BLECH!

Here it is again, a Monday. You wake up in the morning and wish it was yesterday or even tomorrow. I was super lazy this morning, I called John Michael and made him throw my bike into the back of the truck take me to work. So I didn't ride to work this morning. And I spent all day at ResLife wraping pictures on the wall and my boss's "priceless" gifts from students in bubble wrap. Packing for pay. Now, I am at the vet hospital, hoping that if I just don't look at the clock, time will somehow leap forward and the next time I look down, it will be 11:00. Nope...not working. But since you are probably sick of work griping, I have a happy story! Yesterday, John Michael and I were walking out of church in the evening, and I looked down, and saw a tiny baby bird. He had a precious yellow beak, a few short, scraggly feathers growing in and looked rather woebegone. He looked up at me and opened his yellow mouth and chirped...oh, dear. I was hooked...and crying. John Michael left me to watch and make sure no one stepped on our bird and tried to find his nest. The bird bounced (I wouldn't call it walking...) toward my foot and rested his little beak on my shoe while I talked to him (This isn't just my ovver-active imagination, I'm serious!) John Michael located the nest at the top of one corner of the overhang that shadows the doors of the church. You couldn't see them, but they were making the same noises as our little guy. Unable to find a ladder, John bached his truck up to the pole, stood on his tool box and placed our bird into his nest...It was so precious. I felt like we'd saved the world!