The end of the day has come

The day which began early and ended late has come to a close.  Finally, I have returned to the place from which I began; my bed.  What a treat to slide into the clean sheets!  I have made my nest of pillows.  The window is open with a gentle spring breeze blowing in, just enough to make the curtains sway.  One dog is curled up beside me guarding a bone.  The littlest one has given up harassing the damp towel on the bathroom floor and has decided to join the rest of us on the bed.  All is well.
   The day was crowded with unexpected appointments which kept cropping up out of nowhere.  Most were important.  Some were not.  What struck me though was the contrast in people's courtesy levels.  A number of folks were polite and asked if was convenient to come in and see me. Others simply informed about what I would doing tomorrow or next week.  They didn't bother to ask if I were free, could I possibly make time for them or would I be available to do a graveside service for their family.  Those are the people that make a good Southern woman want to curse like a sailor.  I managed to bite my tongue and graciously negotiated what I wanted.  It takes a toll on a spirit to continually navigate through the tricky waters of rudeness without succumbing to it yourself.  Needless to say, my bed is a welcome respite from the day.
    A good night's sleep and off I go again tomorrow. Woo hoo!