We’ve arrived at work. Everything seems pretty quiet here so far. Sr. Tess looks tired. We know she had to attend the funeral of her nephew over the weekend. He’s had brain anomalies since he was four. He saw the age 44. God Bless him.
When we get back to our office, we turn on the lights, open the shades, hang up our purse and put the briefcase on one of the guest chairs. Not too many seconds later, we’re sipping our coffee, connected to AOL, and have turned on the soft music. We check out email and regular mail and put away personal issues.
We’ve by now downloaded the work that we forwarded to us from home. The next task will be to open our brief case and take out our tangible records. We are terrible in that after Sr. Tess leaves for church, we check out her cookie jar. It's our parental substitute.
I’m very much comforted in general when I get to the office. My Computer desk and regular desk are always cleaned and ready from the day before. I have feelings of wanting to accomplish. I think this is doable if we concentrate.
So with that ... we figure it's time … let’s get to work! Hey! You too!
3 comments:
So neat to do it at home and then email it to the office. Sorry about the loss. But I am sure God was calling him home john
big smile - ayn! this is your work desk! wow...i bet the nuns don't have to slap your knuckles for messiness much...
Yep, all is well here
Vince
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