Brief.

I’m surprised that Earl doesn’t embrace Twitter more than his casual use. He is so good at conveying a thought in as few pixels as possible that it seems that a tweet would come natural to him.

Me: “Please make sure you send out your iPad today. The repair company sent me a reminder to include insurance and tracking.”
Him: “sent”

Me: “I hope that you have a great day today! Enjoy your Monday. I love you lots!”
Him: “loveyou”

Me: “Mr. Husband, this is an inquiry as to the status of your afternoon and it’s subsequent progression. Fondly, Amy Farrah Fowler.”
Him: “conf calls”

He’s a man of action when he’s in work mode. It’s a good thing that after all these years I know the weight of the meaning behind the few words he shares over email.

Monday.

So today is the first day back to work after a most excellent vacation. Though I am officially halfway through the day and currently enjoying a beautiful afternoon during my lunchbreak, I have not finished going through the email that I received during my absence from work. I was braced for the onslought of email, so I’m not stressed about it, but it can be startling seeing message counts up in the four digits waiting in your Inbox, especially after the rules have done their magic and moved things around for you.

My allergies seem to be enjoying the springlike weather we are enjoying here at the tailend of winter. People are doing ‘May stuff’ in March. I know I enjoyed racing around the back lawn this morning as I tried to coax a cat that is deaf back into the house. Sometimes I wonder if he feigns his lack of hearing. He can be tricky like that.

So as I try to get back into the swing of things at work, spring fever runs rampant in my head. I’m looking forward to the ride home in the sunshine.

It’s a good reason to smile on a Monday.

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