Think of today as a train going up a mountain. It has been steadily moving onward until now. I have come across a road block – maybe in the train allegory, a cattle on the track – and time has stopped entirely. It has been 3:15 for about ten minutes, I kid you not. But the sun and breeze coming into my window are a nice little reminder of the world; that I should be thankful for slow moments and the beauty of nature when I get the chance.

Technically, today can be considered Thursday, since Friday is Veteran’s Day and a paid holiday for state employees. I believe this deserves a little “yay!’ and maybe a little dance in the chair. Just a little one.  I don’t think Ash and I have anything planned for Friday other than sleeping in, playing with the dogs, and enjoying a day to ourselves. I know I will appreciate it, especially because my Saturday isn’t looking too great.

My Papa is in the hospital. His blood count or something was at half of what it should be. I guess on Monday night they gave him a blood transfusion and the next day, he had a colonoscopy. On Friday evening, my father is driving up there. Early Saturday morning I figure I will go up as well. I am the closest of the immediate family. My father has three siblings : my Uncle Hal, Uncle Don, and my Aunt Ceil. One’s in KY, one’s in Atlanta, and one is in South Florida. I am but two hours and about ten minutes away. I don’t see that side of the family much, although a bunch of them came to my wedding. I hate to say it but I will probably be seeing them sooner than I want to, if things go the way nature intends. But such is life.

Ash has a flag football game tonight and we’re probably eating mac and cheese for dinner.  Sometimes it’s the little things in life that are the best.