When the sun is shining as you wake up – the few clouds
hovering overmountain peaks back-lit with silver linings or pink-tinted with
the rising sun.
When the mail brings only the invitation cards for which you
were waiting and all other letters are for your housemate or sons.
A friend pays your coffee.
Your gas tank is full.
You get not only your new contacts, but your more supple
night-guard (teeth).
You have lunch with a friend.
… and the weekend is almost here: with NO appointments on
the calendar – a true miracle.
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| Thanks Ginny |
