Okay so, my day went like this. First, it's my second day back at work. All is well, I am feeling positive and optimistic, my foot is only slightly tender and overall to me, a miracle has been performed. Note to Self: Write doctor a thank-you letter. The knob is gone and there won't even be a scar, a perfect outcome.
I had the greatest first day back to work. The firm's receptionist is a jewel. Yesterday I was so happy about returning to the office that I got myself completely ready the night before, packed a lunch, set my wardrobe out, and woke up early so I arrived at 8:30 sharp. When I stepped off the elevator, she opened her arms wide, remaining seated in order to catch the phones, and cried, "Welcome Back!" How cute is that?! What a great reception. From the greatest receptionist of all time. Legae just sort of shines somehow. I'd like to know her secret.
When I finally got home (traffic was a bit snarly being so close to a holiday), the dogs were anxious to see me. After the usual greeting-and-affirmation ritual, sorting mail, checking messages and wardrobe change, the dogs gave me duo glares with eyeballs as sharp and intent as knives poised at the ready, signaling to my inner being that they really, really, really want to go for a walk. Unfortunately though, at the moment when I reached for the leashes, I accidentally knocked over an enormous clear plastic pepper grinder to the floor, smashing it to bits and scattering a million little black, red, white and green gourmet peppercorns EVERYWHERE. Naturally, Sophie was interested in eating them. Panicking not, I ignored the peppercorn incident and continued to leash Sophie, then took them both on a long walk. When we got home I led her directly to her crate, put her in, and returned to pick up the mess. As Charlie Brown would say, "Oh, good grief!"
