The day began with a book and some sticky notes. It took the entire morning to finish my reading for Monday’s professional development meeting.
I thought about catching up on my RSS feed, but the sound of Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me beckoned me to the kitchen. Eric was slicing potatoes for our Saturday brunch, and I joined in, caramelizing onions and pan searing zucchini. Sautéing and flipping, we danced with brandished spatulas.
I cleaned the house in preparation for a visit from my folks. I wiped the moldings, dusted the windowsills, vacuumed and scrubbed. Rearranging the furniture would have been next, but Eric protested (No doubt he knows this is inevitable – this happens every Spring).
When Mom and Dad arrived they were greeted by the smell of warm scones. And, while we sipped homemade raspberry lassis, we talked about the earthquake in Japan. No one opened a computer. We had all seen the footage. We discussed tectonic plates and the cost of nuclear energy.
Breaking bread at the table, I feel my mind return to body. My once dissipated self reunites in the presence of the here and now. There is perspective and peace.
Opening my computer this morning, I am not unhappy or discontent. I am not scatter-brained or diluted. I feel rested and ready to work.
