Monday morning blues

Well, it's Monday. It's not the weekend. And, oh, did I say it was Monday. Mondays wouldn't be so bad if they weren't... Monday. Not only did it start out with a bang, I got to work to find out a co-worker and friend had lost her 4 year old grandson to drowning over the weekend. It really makes you wonder and be thankful for being alive. I can't even begin to imagine what her family is going through. I can only pray that they find strength in each other and the lord. His name was Jackson. I think I'm gonna have to use that name in a book. Just because. Hopefully Tuesday will be better. You think.