Another brutal Monday

When life gives you lemons, sit at your breakfast table surrounded by angels, eating bananas and almond butter on toast.  Sip rich dark coffee, listening to the news, and remind yourself of the warmth of your home, the kindness of strangers, and the inevitableness of the dawn.

I spent about forty of the last seventy-two hours working.  But I’m still here.  It’s another brutal Monday, but my lights warm the room around me.  I listen to the mild autumn wind ruffling through the leaves of the trees in the neighbor’s yard behind my house.  The world still turns.

It’s the thirty-first day of the thirty-fourth month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.



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