It’s late in the day. The edge of evening, and not quite afternoon. I started my day at the usual time, and instead of going straight to work, I went for a walk and let my Traveling Partner sleep awhile longer. I caught the sunrise, just as I got to the start of the trail I planned to walk, and sat on a nearby picnic table and just… watched. Gorgeous sunrise. The morning’s cloudy skies quickly gave way to a sparkling-clear azure blue sky. Lovely.

…Work was work. It was fine. I enjoyed the day, and it was productive and fun. I can’t really ask for more than that, you know? It’s a sufficiently demanding (of my time) sort of job, and I quite like it, and I find I get pulled in sooner and for longer than I otherwise might. It’s important to remember to prioritize other things. 🙂 So… here I am, writing. Listening to music. Being.

I feel right on the edge of having something to say… like, something worth putting on paper… just at the edge of my thoughts… there… right… there. Nope. It’s gone. I let the music take a bigger piece of my attention and start the song over as I raise my sit/stand desk to standing height, so I can more easily dance with the part of my brain that isn’t writing. lol Feels good. So good.

…Even restarting a favorite track can be a new beginning…

There’s dinner to think about… tomorrow to plan… a camping trip coming up in just a few days (about 10 days)… things to think about, things to do.

What a lovely day. It’s enough.