Waiting For Recess

I am working a half day today. At 11am I will leave work and go to pick up my grandson from school. I will then head to another school with him for his weekly physical therapy. Sine the atmosphere at my office has become "different" I am glad to have the reprieve. As soon as I get to work, I sit and look at the clock, waiting for the hands to be on the 11. It reminds me of when I was a child sitting in school, waiting for the recess bell to ring so I could run out of the building and play.