There's no place like home

Last week in Maine was a really rough week for me. Not only was it cold there, but I was sick. Sick to a point that I didn't go eat at some of my favorite restaurants, but instead ate at Panera Bread every night. I really like Panera - I had soup & a sandwich two nights & salad & a sandwich the other. When you compare Panera to some of the great restaurants I had close by, however, it may give you a feeling of how badly I felt.

Not only was I not feeling well, I was also working with my co-worker. The same one who told me that people who smile too much are looked at as crazy in France. It was a rough week - she totally pulled the rug out from under me. Despite years of experience doing what I do and certifications for it, she wasn't open to even looking at the materials I developed, instead choosing to read from power point presentations - word for word - while they were displayed on the wall.

When I came home on Friday, it was such a relief to walk off the plane into the heat and realize that I was back in my own world.

Mr. Potts and I had a great weekend. I have the sweetest picture of my nephew with Hayden (Hade dog) as he calls her. I'll tell you more about that in the next post.