this is why

What's today? Wednesday. I would have finished up staffing at 9am and be in full swing trauma group mode. But, I'm not. I'm in workout clothes. Mom and I went to her workout class at 8am where I was definitely the youngest person. Now, I'm la-te-daaing on the computer looking up taize services in Nashville and Grand Ole Opry performances. Oh, the life of the rich and famous! Ha. My day stands before me lovely and un-filled. I'm thinking popsicles, bookstore, and maybe the cemetery. I haven't been to the grave since the burial service and the time is feeling right.

We went to Mike's basketball game on Monday and Ryan's last night. After the game, Warren, Jared, Mike, Ryan, and I played a pick up game. We were sweat soaked by the end and I thought to myself, "this is why we're here." To have simple Tuesday nights with family at a basketball game in an elementary school gym. This is why.

I'm enjoying this time off, but I must say, I think I will be glad for the return of routine that a job provides. I know, I know, show me that silly sentence once I'm back at work and I'll laugh. However, I struggle a bit with the absence of structure while living in someone else's home. It's just weird.


This down comforter was on the floor for a moment when I was making up the bed. Scout can find food and she can find a comfortable spot to lie down within milliseconds. She claimed her new bed. She only one time slept in her doggie bed (it's now a container for her dog toys).