I miss that crazy loud rooster.

I can’t decide if I like that he’s driving me to work today. But since I’m feeling better today than the last two days, maybe it won’t be so bad. Besides, I like to stare out the window and daydream and that’s hard to when you have to focus on driving.

Oh no. She reads my stories. I laugh. How did she know what I was talking about?

It really is beautiful here. Like, so beautiful. Like, breathtaking. When will it get old?

I know mindfulness but I haven’t been practicing it lately and so this luncheon is right on time. She guides us through a meditation. I think of the two of us in those adirondack chairs drinking a bottle of white wine with the sun beating down us, the garden vibrant with blooms. Oh yeah. I needed to be reminded that all you need is one memory to access peace.

On the walk back to the office i give gratitude for being able to work in a place where I can bring this intention into my job. Single-tasking is the way for me. Slowness is the way for me. Nothing is as urgent as it seems. I can take my time.

One lone calla lily in the freshly mulched flower bed.

On the ride home we decide that it will never get old.

I am indeed in hell. But trying to stay present and mindful through it all.

Tomorrow I will go in late which means tonight I will clean and clean and clean. Looking forward to savoring my morning.