When I finally got home at the end of the day, all ready to eat and go to bed - instead I saw maybe 20 men, none of whom spoke one word of English, installing a new roof on my house. I called and ordered it yesterday - they told me they would order the materials and call me to schedule. Hmmm. I think that didn't exactly work out that way. I was able to hang out at my neighbors house until they were done. But I now have a new roof.
And the little rose that got badly mangled by the mudjacker got even more mangled by the roofers. Why do worker men have to step on rose bushes? I cut the bud (see above) that was hanging limply, and put it in a vase. The rest will either survive or not. I think maybe I am not meant to have that rose bush.
Oh, this all sounds like I am complaining. I am not really. I am just too tired again. I wanted so much to go to bed early and read for an hour or so.
Tomorrow is Friday which means that I go to church at 6:30 a.m., and get to work early. I have a super important conference call at noon - the medical director and hospital director will come to my office to participate in it with me. I really enjoy these things. Then a meeting tomorrow evening. And a weekend. yay.
Yay. Yay. Yay.
It is all so good.
Thank you God.