I’m starting a week of vacation tomorrow. I like my job but it forces me to focus on the world’s problems and there’s never a shortage of them.
Today I’m checking out from the big world of bad news. Putin, the pandemic, politics and the price of gas will swirl on without me for a few days. I’m on time-out.
I just came in from the patio where I drank coffee and watched the dogs rush back and forth chasing birds thirty feet above them.
It’s a beautiful day. Spring isn’t far off.
We sprang forward last night. I don’t like time changes but I’m not going to fuss about it right now.
CarolAnn is having a fun day out with one of her girlfriends. (“Girlfriends” sounds kinda silly at their age, but I’ll never admit I said that.)
I’m sipping coffee, listening to classic country, thinking happily of my kids and theirs.
Cora, the cat, just plopped down beside me and begged for a chin scratch.
The world is a mess, but at this level it’s still filled with miracles and joy.
Sometimes I just need life to be small.
There are so many Smalls that make Joy possible. It’s so good to be reminded to see them; thank you, Dave.