Is it safe to come out? I think Ivan's finally gone, taking wind and rain with him. I'm glad I'm in Middle Tennessee where our only real fear was flash flooding and maybe a few trees or limbs down. I stayed indoors all of yesterday because I'm just not a big fan of rain, but maybe today I can go walkabout and check on things. My boss called me late yesterday afternoon to let me know that I shouldn't have skipped the "town meeting" Wednesday afternoon. They gave out the People's Choice Awards for employees in Informatics who "exemplify the Informatics Core Values ", and surprisingly enough, I was a nominee. All jokes aside, I'm truly touched, because it's my understanding that I had several nominations. I just do my job, and most days I don't think I'm doing a very good job of it, but apparently I am making a difference. I'd like to say thank you to those who thought of me when they filled out those forms - you've made my day.
On the ride into work this morning I let myself be lost in the foggy mist and enjoyed the last of the snow from this past weekend. It will no doubt be gone soon, soaked into the ground as if it never existed. Snow for me has always held a deeper meaning. I am happiest when it snows, yet I couldn't begin to explain why. So I looked out the window, imagining romantic characters striding across the pure white expanses, and just breathed in the beauty. Snow wraps around the seemingly dead landscape, and whispers promises of rebirth and renewal as it gently cradles the world in its soft, white blanket.
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