How you know it's Monday

Signs in the Hotel that it's Monday.

1. Patients are moving around. Can you say bed bingo? No one is where you expect them. I really wish Santa would have brought us private rooms instead of so many doubles (thank goodness triples fell out of vogue).

2. Coworkers get flat tires. Not one, but two of them. Craziness.

3. It rains yet again. I don't care if it's knee high by Saturday, it will get mowed when I don't have to go to work the next day.

4. You find things you don't need to see (or hear about) in the office photo copier, especially things that are not yours.

On we go with the rest of the week. Stay tuned.

An unwanted visitor

Dear Brown Recluse Spider:

Hanging out in my shower is not good. Especially after I just spent an hour fighting with a lawn mower in heat and humidity, with grass stuck all over my lower extremities.

There is a reason why I wear heavy soled shoes. The only good spider (in my house) is a dead one.

Sorry (but not really, because I'm sure one of your relatives will come and take your place soon enough no matter how much I clean).

Sincerely not,

RehabRN

Summertime

Yes, it's here again...hazy, hot, and humid.

Bubba's getting ready to go fishing with his kiddie pole with the scouts and Dahey and I are figuring out what has to get done before the heat of the day comes...to mow or not to mow. That is the question today.

And I decide to add a theme that looks a bit more summery, thanks to the new template designer in blogger. Has me wanting to hit the road again...maybe the boys will decide we need to take a little road trip.

More later...stay tuned.