Feeling the Friday Love

Yes, a dog! My son called yesterday afternoon and asked if I could keep their dog for the weekend while he and his wife are gone to another city on their National Guard duty. Well, of course I said "yes." It is the cutest little Italian Greyhound. I am not a dog person, as any reader of my blog probably knows. But I like this dog. We shall have great fun this weekend.

I slide into another six weeks of review of a "near-miss" suicide event where I work. These reviews tend to take their toll on me. Spending hours, days, and weeks dissecting what happened prior to an event such a this... interviewing the staff involved, reading every word documented, studying the patient's history, and trying to figure out - what can we do better. We usually come up with something.

Yesterday I did admit to those folks that I didn't remember what the heck we were supposed to be doing, but I came up with some stuff that I thought would be a good idea. We are all so busy, we don't have the luxury of an hour to sit around and talk about nothing. So, we got a lot done yesterday. And that was good.

I called my friends yesterday and told them I would not be at the meeting tonight. I cannot leave little Mr. Doggie alone all day while I am at work and then go out tonight. I don't much know how to have a dog, so I guess I will learn for one weekend.... and enjoy it as I go.

Grateful for another chance today.