The Federal government was closed again today in D.C. because of the snow, but I worked again from home. At least half my employees were also working from home. We all have laptops with special encryption capabilities and access cards so that we can work securely from any spot with internet access. One of my employees actually had to call 911 during the snow storm to take her husband to the hospital because he was having a seizure. When I talked to her Monday she was waiting for her husband to have some tests done and she had her laptop with her at the hospital so she could keep up with her work. Next time you complain about lazy government employees think about the thousands of us who give our heart and soul to protecting the public interest. Sometimes the government isn’t so bad.
So I worked at my laptop, reviewing work, running reports, and feeling hungry all day. My husband says cold weather makes him hungry, but truthfully, some days I am just hungry, regardless of the weather. So I had a substantial snack about 3 pm that threw off my calorie count for the day. Sometimes that happens.
After I closed up my work laptop for the day I got on the treadmill. I tried to listen to Nora Jones on my iPod, but it refused to play her songs. I’ve no idea why. The iPod was quite happy to play Billy Joel’s “The Stranger”. Well he’s cool, too. I had a good relaxing walk. Sometimes exercise is the best cure for a bad mood.
I love the following poem. It was written by a British poet and novelist. I checked her website and she says she doesn’t even like this poem anymore, but she doesn’t mind if people use it on personal blogs as long as they don’t use her name, and don’t change anything. So I am respecting her wishes.
Sometimes
Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave a stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
