saffronhare

First, I got to spend a little time this morning with the little ones, playing and cuddling. Then, I got to see my naked

agrnmn getting into and out of the shower. Plus, I got to say more than three words to

zylch. None of that has really happened much lately.

Right away, my boss surprised me with a dozen roses (sort of a honey-blush color -- they're lovely) and a nifty little e-card to thank me for staying late yesterday when she left to go play golf while we finished a proposal.

I feel like I'm getting thanked all out of proportion with my actions. See, Tammy routinely puts in 70-hour weeks and is nearly always here later than me (even if I usually beat her in). This golf thing on Tuesday evenings is practically an order from her doctor, so none of us resented it at all when she needed to go. Still, I'll take the flowers and the ego-stroking.

Part of me wonders if I'm being buttered up for something, but that's a worry for another time.

A bit later, a colleague came to me this morning in tears, wanting reassurance that everything would be okay. Dawn is not a tearful kind of woman -- she's a statistician, for Chrissakes -- but uncertainty weighs on her. We're in a gigantically no fun business cycle and...well, you know. Dawn and I are both perfectionists and it's killing us to see old-timers leaving...leaving us with more to do...etc. I told her that evolution is seldom a pretty thing -- but that I thought we'd come out of it okay. And as I was saying that, I realized I believed it.

Not a bad start to the day, considering.