Just a short blog this morning:

I was coming down the elevator to the parking garage in order to head in to the office this morning, and on the way down the elevator stopped to let in another lady from my building that that I know slightly. We said good morning and I asked how she was doing. She said she was heading to Rehab for a 7-hour day. While I pondered the intensity of a 7-hour drug Rehab day and the amazing openness of a woman I barely know, she proceded to talk about how she had injured her knee at work.

It turns out that THAT was what she was heading to Rehab for, in accordance with her WCB requirements.

I had to shake my head. It's weird what your mind will do....