It's a Monday night that feels like a Saturday because Wednesday felt like Friday and Thursday felt like a Sunday and have you ever lost all awareness of the calendar because there is precious little in your life that demands a date to be known? This part of my life, this here and now, is like being on vacation, except for the part where I'm not getting paid for my time off.
Oh, and the part where my vacation actually begins on Wednesday, but more on that later.
In the past week I've helped someone buy a new car, lent a hand, folded clothes, burned my finger, wished on a star, kissed, taken two road trips, cleaned up a lot of dog poop, cuddled a five week old puppy, lost a shoe, had fresh strawberries for breakfast, played Scrabble with my nephew, thumped a friend on the forehead for making a cleavage comment, sent a serious email, arrived at a decision, pulled weeds, cooked dinner, savored laughter, walked barefoot in the grass, been stood up, admired a sunset, listened to the wind, smiled at young love, cried over a memory, watched a young red Cardinal sing, prayed for a change, gone swimming, played air drums to a great song, clinked glasses in a toast, lit candles, woke in the middle of the night and stayed awake to witness the night sounds, and slept in late a few mornings.
What I find to be true when it comes to the decision to be in the present is that the flavors of life taste so new, so fresh.