Okay, okay! Now I'm getting fidgity! My printer is trying to gobble up the labels for the Memory Tree envelopes! I think it's time to back away from deskwork for awhile. Is that some yardwork I hear calling me? What a beautiful, sunny day it is and here I am, inside.
It's interesting, the way a day can turn on you. Early this morning, all was well when I left home in the dark. There was such a peaceful presence as I drove down the mountain through the fog on my way to Curves. Then, breakfast at the diner with a good friend - something we haven't done in. . .well, about four years! (Can that be true? Has it really been that long? I have gotten out of the habit of measuring time now that some of it has stood still.)
I should have known the day would hold obstacles; some minor ones, at least. That, after all, is life. The first was discovering that the cat had thrown up on the freshly steam-cleaned carpet while I was gone. "Great," I thought. "Just what I enjoy coming home to." On a brighter note, the freshly painted closet door gave me an opportunity to indulge in a bit of smug satisfaction. After that, things were going along fairly well as I busied myself with today's "To Do" list. That is, until the printer became uncooperative.
By now, the energy that was invigorating and fresh this morning is beginning to wan and the routine tasks of the day seem to require considerably more effort on my part than they did this morning. Looking ahead and according to my calendar, I see that I have a meeting to attend later that begins at the time I am usually turning in for the night. So this day is going to be a long one.
Will it be like any other? Absolutely not. Would I want it to be? Absolutely not. How thankful I am for this day - this twenty-four hours of time that is unlike any other and will never be again. How tenderly I rejoice in it, obstacles and all!
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