Monday mornings are trying. No matter how early I get to bed, the alarm clock is always a rude awakening. It's a litte worse in winter, what with the cold. Once I get going, warmly dressed, heater running in my Honda, things look and feel a little better. Better still, when I read poetry on the train to work and come across a couple like these:
I May, I Might, I Must
by Marianne Moore
If you will tell me why the fen
appears impassable, I then
will tell you why I think that I
can get across it if I try.
To quote Snow White, "Just whistle while you work." And be thankful to have a job.
Currently reading:
Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke
Just After Sunset by Stephen King
- Current Location:dining room table
- Current Mood:
grateful
- Current Music:Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins
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