On Time

Well, it only took two weeks, but I finally managed to get myself to work on time. The boy was dropped off and I was in my office by 9 a.m. I was actually greeted at the door by a well-wishing coworker.

At least that’s why he said he was there. I think he was on his way to the restroom down the hall. Either way, I’m taking my good wishes, putting them in my back pocket and feeling happy all day. Just let someone try and stop me.

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