The other day, we had warnings of a frost. We had just planted our garden the day before, so we had to cover (and uncover it). My job was the uncovering the next morning. So I go out and removed all the coverings, run around the front of the house just in time for my carpool ride to get there.

I get to work, settle in at my desk and get to work. At 9:30 every morning we have a meeting halfway down the hall, so I get up and make the trip down. After the meeting, I make it back to my desk and sit, starting work for the long day.

About an hour later, a coworker comes down the hall with a nasty face on. “Who sh*t in the hall?” she shouted, to anyone near. Of course, she follows the tracks right down the hall to my desk. “Oh, it’s only mud.” she says.

And I’ll have to get some garden shoes…