I don't know if I've ever needed a break from the job more than I did in December. While I was off I didn't watch one single newcast, local or national. It really did the trick. I was excited to get back to work. I'm thankful to have a job that I really enjoy.
I went through my kitchen drawers to see if I owned a potato peeler. I didn't. Fear not, my friends. One is on its way to Mark's house. One of my mottos is "Work smarter, not harder." That's why the "Rotato" is coming to my kitchen just in time for the holidays.
Do something before they ask. Mow their yard, plow their driveway, make them a pan of lasagna, or something. It's not just the chore getting done, it's about those who are grieving taking some comfort knowing that you care about them.
In his honor, I'm going to buy the cheapest can of beer that I can find and toast my friend who was always up for a race, water skiing in April, and was always the first guy to embarrass us all when we got a good-looking waitress.