“Joy is not made to be a crumb.”

by chuckofish

Happy Friday, readers! Daughter #1 here. Back from a several week hiatus. This time last week, I was in sunny St. Augustine, Florida, relaxing by the pool. As you know, St. Augustine is the oldest establishment in the United States. I was there to attend a wedding of a former co-worker/PA of mine. And, having to travel all the way to Florida, I thought I’d make a mini-vacay out of it. I booked a room, not in the historic downtown, but out at the beach on St. Augustine island. I did not regret my choice.

I will admit, I was a little nervous to see my old co-workers–a lot has changed since our Nightline days. But it turned out to be a wonderful time and I was reminded that yes, people do like me and remember me fondly.

Shannon looked lovely and my dress got lots of compliments. Believe it or not, I curled my hair for the party, but in the Florida humidity, my curls fell out and my hair was straight. After my middle school years, the irony of humidity making my hair straight is almost too much.

It’s the busy season at work right now–and I’m off to Wyoming for a work project next week. Pray for me–I have to fly United. Woof.

The title of this blog post comes from this Mary Oliver poem.