Here we are at HumpDay once again, boys and girls, on the downhill run to the weekend.
WHY I LOVE WEEKENDS, by some pore ol’ retired thing
- They do not contain medical appointments.
- The already Zen pace on my side of the equation slows to an imperceptible crawl.
- The weekend menu is outstanding.
- The trace of guilt over being lazy goes totally underground for a couple of days.
- Sometimes weekends mean seeing actual people… and we know there’ll be more of that ahead.
It’s overcast this morning, with only a slight breeze, and it feels like the world’s at a standstill… everything static… to remain this way forever. But hark, what do I see from my window? People and dogs. Gird your loins, folks, life goes on.
Case in point…
And the trees know when it’s time for change…
Just about when we think we can’t stand the status quo another minute, we look around and our immediate situation has morphed into something else entirely. In light of what looked like an endless slate of dental appointments, I’m pleasantly surprised to find that I have only one left… this time around. Friday we see a neuro about my back. Patience… patience… and the world turns.
Maya Angelou’s profoundly simple statement of fact will stay with me…
Playing for Time 
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