April 3, 2017, Prescott- Things were relatively tame at work, today. The wild child was determined he wouldn’t be a nuisance to me, and did his absolute best to focus on his learning. Supervisor A was reasonable and co-operative, saying that the next eight weeks need to see us all united, as a team. These were both welcome preludes, to what I intend to be a successful end of the academic year.
Mother Nature sent Prescott a whopper, this evening. As I began walking downtown, an intense microburst swept through, with the high winds knocking down tree limbs and a brief, heavy rain coming down, just as a planned conference call was coming in, (guess what didn’t happen), and I was stepping inside Marino’s Mob Burger. Dinner was lovely ( zuppa avgolemono, with pita slices), and I was able to wait out the worst of the rain. Walking over to Sprouts, and along my favourite backstreet, on the way home, I felt safe and composed again, despite the light, cold rain.
It doesn’t take much to keep me happy, in reality.