Amazing!! … “Just now, a sparrow lighted on a pine bough right outside my bedroom window and a puff of yellow pollen flew away.”
Sunday morning. 6:15 a.m. Driver is racing down I-95 in light traffic. What’s the rush?
Destination: JFK. On Sunday.
There is something unpleasant at its core about cutting your weekend in half, to fly across the country to get to a conference kick-off on Sunday evening. My weekend (Not). A large paddle wheeler, turning, turning, turning, wooden paddles slapping against the water, pausing briefly when the rhythm is broken by a swell.
There’ll be no sleeping in. No lounging in bed. No CBS Sunday Morning with Jane. There’ll be no Sunday morning papers. No pancake breakfast. No Netflix binge watching. No dozing off on the couch under the comforter, windows open, strands of cool breezes welcoming in Autumn.
Thoughts alternate between irritation (did you really need to commit to attend this conference) to mild irritation (you could have left on Monday) to resignation (make the…
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