Amid reports and meetings and calls and research yesterday, I squinted at the clock (it was about 4:15 p.m.) and sighed. Seriously, jobs can be such work. After considering my day for a moment, I calmly stood, crammed my laptop into my work bag, and walked out of the courthouse.
Then I ran to my car.
Once home, I tumbled onto the pavement and limped to the mailbox. (Dumb, lovely green shoes. Why do I torture myself with death-defying, sole-killing... pun intended... footwear?) My painful hobbling was rewarded by an awaiting package stuffed in the mailbox. Well, what do we have here? Could it be the long-awaited A Piece of Cake by Susan G. Purdy? I believe it is!
I didn't even go indoors. I veered sharply toward the backyard, sat underneath the magnolia tree, and beheld my new cookbook. Cake book. (Those are my bony knees seen protruding from behind the book.) Ah, yes. And to think only hours ago I was a sad little employee.
As I was reading about carrot cake, I was momentarily startled by a nearby bird's sudden flight. Looking up, I noticed a patch of thick, green clover across the yard. Why was I sitting upright in a chair? I'd done that half the day, for heaven's sake. Hmm. Let's read cake in the clover, shall we?
We shall. I kicked off my shoes, settled into the pillowy, cool grass, and read about cake. It was divine.
Hmm. If, like me, you are stuck at a dumb old job today, take heart. Let's take heart, both of us. Friday is here, and retirement isn't too far off. (Well, if you consider 25-45 years in the context of time since the dawn of civilization. If you look at it that way, carefree days are upon us. [Dramatic sigh]
Yes, here's to us working folk. Here's to our Friday. Someday all the cake in all the clover in all the yard will be ours.
Have a happy weekend! -B