Well, can we get a cheery hello to Tuesday? Storms are predicted for this afternoon. After they pass through our temps are supposed to drop, not that they've been super high - 2 or 3 days in the upper 90s (F). I did have to water my little garden this morning; everything is baking.
Work was slow yesterday. The associate who fell off the roof wasn't injured as terribly bad as I was led to believe. I saw pictures of him yesterday. I'd been told his nose had almost been ripped off, wrong. He has four stiches on his left nostril. Had I not been told he'd fallen; I'd have thought he'd been involved in a rockum sockum bar fight. His shoulder is broken badly enough for them to put in a lot of pins, which means he'll be sitting at the flooring desk when he's not in physical therapy for the next few months.
An acquaintance emailed me a picture of a room he'd decorated all in white. While I didn't gag, a wave of somber disappointment washed over me. White has no personality. It's a blank canvas anxiously waiting to be painted. So, I sent back this picture saying bold is the way to go. And dogs help.