My poor little porch flower was lying on its side when I got home. It had fallen from the railing and landed on the brick steps below. A lot of the soil had spilled out, and oddly enough, the plant didn't seem to receive any of the rain from the storm that had blown it over. Seeing the helpless little plant penetrated something in me that this morning's depressing headlines didn't seem to do. I have no idea why it was so sad, but I gently tucked it back into its pot and gave it some water. The little thing has been babied, but the leaves are still turning a distressed shade of yellow.
Today marks the year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I remember watching the devastation from afar, and I have such admiration for all of the individuals who have risen above the destruction.
I'm opting out of SAI Blackbird night and looking forward to attempting a bit of decorating instead. I have rush events every other night this week, but sometimes a girl just needs a night to just relax. The girls are hosting a faculty breakfast at 8:00 tomorrow, and I'm bringing biscuits. Tomorrow should be a good day filled with plenty of opportunity for accomplishment. I'm feeling very on top of things today.
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