I got up early like I usually do and went for my run. It was misty out and the weather report said that it would start raining around 9 and rain through Sunday night. The weekend was a washout.

I got back to the house at about 8:00 and found Terri in the kitchen dressed for the office. She was finishing up a cup of coffee as I walked in. She said,“Good morning! How was your run?”

“Good,” I replied, “but it’s kind of gross out. Are you working today?”

She sighed, “I had a message from London on my phone when I woke up this morning. There is an “issue” (here she made air quotes) that needs to be taken care of immediately. I should be back by lunch time. I really hate working on Saturdays.”

“Well, at least you’re not missing out on a beach day.”