I wasn't sure Friday would ever get here this week, but it seems like it has. It has been a week where I had something after work every night with little energy left when I got home to do anything but go to bed. It's been the kind of week that calls for Freewheeling Friday, a multi-tasking catch-up post that lets me give my head a good shake and empty out the couple of random thoughts that have been bouncing around in there.
There is no question that the shooting of Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords is a terrible tragedy and a big news event. Along with everyone else I wish her a full and complete recovery. I don't, however, feel like every step in her recovery and rehabilitation is any of my business. I wince for her every time I hear a news report discussing things that should be private to her and her family. I don't think it is the public's business that her catheter has been removed. I wish the media would allow her to recover in the privacy she deserves.
One of my nights out this week was to attend a fundraiser for my 10 year old grandson's baseball team. The team members worked as servers at a local restaurant in exchange for a percentage of the evenings profits.
He was a good sport and did his part, but his level of enthusiasm for this kind of work leads me to believe that a career in food service is not in his future.