Day One Hundred-twelve

  1. A ten minute afternoon nap, following mediation.
  2. The meditation itself, during which I’m certain whether I fell asleep.  Sort of dreaming, sort of thinking.  A communication of some sort with a mother who had lost her son.
  3. This time of year it gets dark while people are still in their offices and the lights are brilliant.  Bejeweled.
  4. New work projects coming in with very little effort of my own.
  5. Clean laundry.

Many thanks,

Me

Day One Hundred-twelve