Woke up early this morning to hear the rain beating against my window. The light pouring through my kitchen window is grey. The sky is white. I hear wind, rain. I also hear, faintly, through the walls, the conversations of the Chinese family who live next door. Coffee is brewing. I have fleece socks on. I also have a long day ahead of me, a long day where I have nothing in my schedule. This, to me, is heaven. Sheila without “down time” is no good to anybody. And a RAINY day of down time … now that is something to be thankful for.
My thoughts today are with Mike, Joe, Maria, Tom, Cashel …
