First, #ChatTuesday, “Cacophony of baking dreams.” And now Tuesday.
It’s foggy out, at least that’s what I think it is, it could be rain. Probably not snow, though that’s what I thought it was at first. But it’s too warm.
Today is one of those gotta run days, things to do beyond the norm and that always makes this space feel different to me. Like there’s a little ticking clock next to the page, which, when you think about it there really is so that’s less metaphor and more literal description.
Still it feels different to me than when the amount of time we spend here together is completely open to whatever thoughts flit by.
Well, not today.
Today we will be precise, which I just spelled “prices” so I think we both know that’s extremely unlikely. Today it we will be as always are, I guess, a quick but meaningful hello in a sea of everything else.
It’s how things work around here, I suppose.
We do what we can do in the time allotted to do it, and the reality is that we can do no more than that. We can probably do less.
But we can do no more.
So let’s not put the pressure on ourselves to do otherwise.
And have a fabulous Tuesday.