Monday at a glance
I got a good eight hours of sleep last night but the morning seemed to come a lot quicker than I expected because all night I was dreaming I was in surgery and I kept having to be rolled into the operating room and I was concerned because everyone seemed to be taking the entire procedure a little too lightly. I kept telling myself not to worry but frankly I was.
This is typical of the anxiety dreams I have been having lately which have ranged from bulls with shaved off horns chasing Loca and me having to rescue her to me rolling around on a gurney not sure about whose care I am under.
Realizing yes it is Monday, and I have to get up, I went into auto pilot to brush my teeth and put my clothes on to take Loca out. One nice surprise – cloud cover – which took a little of the heat off even if the humidity was up around 2000%. We went over to the Big Lake, the new improvement that City Park has done on the right of the museum, and we walked that new path where the black swans like to hang out.
As I was returning to the house, I took a deep breath and said, okay, let’s roll. And so it began – a teenager who is forgetful, a household unused to disorder, an appointment cancelled because one person forget to send a reply:
WHAT HAPPENED TO STARTING EACH DAY WITH A SUN SALUTATION, RINGING THE BELL MY FRIEND FROM INDIA GAVE ME AND TAKING A MOMENT TO MEDITATE ON BEING, AND GREETING THIS DAY, THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE?
Poof – it’s Monday!