Wednesday, Nov. 13
Tuesday night I went on a sock spree. I went in looking for earmuffs, and the socks were on sale, and some of mine are down and out at the heels. I came home with enough socks to field two baseball teams. This pair got worn today. New socks in old Birkenstocks — sometimes it takes so little to brighten a cold day.
The workday was full of goodness. A coworker made oatmeal cookies and homemade granola bars for another’s birthday. Someone brought a little bitty pink guitar that her daughter will get for Christmas, and two others spent some happy moments tuning it, and a third, normally very quiet and serious, cracked us all up by requesting “Freebird!” Plans were announced for the pie contest we will have on the same day as our office Thanksgiving feast. An editor complimented me on the story I wrote for Sunday’s paper. Another editor gave me a green light for another story. A moment of friction was oiled with gentleness, and what could have turned into a day of sulk became a day of mutual kindness. Someone who’s been sick was embraced with variations of “Welcome back.”