mugshots...

I'm supposed to be dusting. Which is what I was doing when I picked up my mug that sits on my desk in the den to give it a good cleaning. It was another one of those odd flashbacks, these silly freeze frame moments that register every once in a while. This is the mug Pam gave me after one of her shopping outings because she knew I liked to keep a glass of water on the piano during services. This one is black, with subtle stripes of lavender, blue and green, and it was dark enough to blend in with the Kawai. I smile because she thought of this, and I smile again knowing Helga always found it somewhere in the hall on Monday morning, patiently washed it and returned it to the piano. Along with the other seasonal mugs I would leave when the team had to drop everything and roll. Oh, the mugs she washed out for all of us...that was a nice memory. And I must be making some progress because I didn't snot all over myself writing about it. Lol.

Ok. Back to work.