Rain had been in the forecast for a few days now.
It started in the middle of the night, and it has been raining hard off and on ever since. As the clouds
thickened and the first light peeked over the horizon, Parker Mountain disappeared into the fog. This
happens from time to time, as storms fill the small valley.
Trying to write on my laptop this morning is more challenging than the weather will be when I venture out later.
Slow doesn’t even begin to describe the snail’s pace pages are loading this morning. Yes, I am in the
country. Yes, the power went off for a little bit. And yes, I have been impatient about the delays. And
now my keyboard has a mind of its own and is moving text to different paragraphs. So, I end up typing a
line two paragraphs up, that should be right here.
I know this happens, but I am not wanting to deal with it this morning.
And because I’m a team player, I have switched my flight to see my grandson. I was
to be in the air an hour from now. Yet because of a last-minute scheduled visit from the new bosses,
bosses, bosses, boss, I have switched my flight from this morning until tomorrow night.
Back to the weather, it will be fine for I have an umbrella.
I am just using it as an excuse to feel sorry for myself this morning. And I am letting all the little daily
challenges become huge, thorny, grating problems. I am mad at my laptop, at the weather, and at
myself for having chosen work over family. However, I rationalize it because I have already booked a flight in April, and at work,
we have three managers on vacation, while we are still dealing with covid callouts.
Work-Life balance is being re-evaluated today.
Already, Parker Mountain is becoming visible as the low clouds thin near the mountain’s peak. And in a
tree at the bottom of the property, I can see the bright red outline of a cardinal. I have already fed the dog and “pilled†the cat without being clawed. Plus, I paid bills, emptied the dishwasher, and have packed my lunch. Looks like the day won’t be so bad.
