…or at least that’s what I’m going to try to convince my kids of today.

I purposely got up before everyone else today so that I could have at least half a cup of coffee alone to my thoughts.

Today was a scary day to be alone with my  thoughts.

Did you ever wonder why you dream the dreams you do? I am wondering whether the big folding tables that lined our front yard in front of a townhome we lived in 14 years ago with 40-50 sari-clad guests seated at them was a combination of Yann Martell being so great with adjectives while writing LIFE OF PI (which I am currently reading) or if I have an underlying need to wait tables at an Indian restaurant. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Time for more coffee.

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