Subject: PTO. Yes, I really mean it this time.
I mashed the button to send that one-liner. I stashed my laptop and zipped the bag shut. And then with a wave to the rest of the crew, I headed for the door.
It was noon on Friday. The bugs were fixed. The issues resolved. I had been trying to take a couple days off for a week or more, and finally it was time.
The air was warm. The sky was blue. The Elm trees were pushing out their spring green finery. The sun was beaming down from the sky. And there were birds (I kid you not.): Mockingbirds and Wrens and Cardinals were singing in the thicket on the far side of the parking lot.
I got into the car, rolled the windows down and turned up the stereo loud. Barry White was playing, The First, The Last, My Everything.
I rolled the windows down farther. I turned the stereo up louder. And I sang all the way home.
