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How we start the day.

The photo is a bit blurry, sorry for that. But then, I’m a bit blurry before coffee. I’m not sure what it is, since I drink decaf, but there is something about the tradition of sharing coffee with IZ that officially starts my day. Even if it is noon.

This is Friday and as usual, my fantasy life is running amok. Oh the glories I will accomplish. Tell me I’m not alone in my idealism on Friday. Surely I’m not the only one suffering delusions of grandeur on this almost, but not quite, Spring day. I’m trying desperately not to write mental “to-do” lists and just be in the moment. Who said the weekend has to be productive? Tradition, that’s who.

Tradition is loquacious like that.

So, this is the start of my weekend and I’m already on a tare, trying to do too much. I have spaces that need cleaning, boxes that need mailing, a whole pile of envelopes I’m ignoring. Spin, spin, spin! I’m a Whirlpool on agitate. Oh, speaking of laundry. . .

I promise to slow down, if you do, too. Let’s all just take it easy, m’kay? We could call it a new tradition.