Mojo?

So, I'm sitting at my desk, working on all of the daily to-dos, and I hear a woof. A nose peeks through my door, nudges it open. And then I have a dog, a very large dog, walk in and put his chin on my knees.

His name is Mojo.

Another reason why my job is ten million times better than my last one? I was about ten minutes late to work this morning. Blessedly, my boss was fifteen. Which is highly uncharacteristic of him. So uncharacteristic, in fact, that he apologized by buying us all breakfast.

I got a lot done today. I have a few more customer service emails to make, and then I'm pretty much done. I might even wrap up and cut out a half-hour early. Tonight, I need to relax a little. I have a long and packed (but fun!) weekend ahead, and I need to conserve a little energy. Tomorrow night, I get to be in a hot tub with new friends, and on Sunday, I'll be hanging with the Annapolis girls and seeing Rac for the first time in a long while. But yeah, the batteries need a little recharging first. Hot bath, heating blanket, a mug of tea, and a movie. An early bedtime. Sounds like a plan.