The day started with promise, then suddenly it was 5:45 in the evening...the day was almost gone and I hadn't accomplished half of what I had hoped. And I'd barely even been out of the house! Kendall and Tom were both gone, but I needed a break from work...from the computer. I needed some exercise...to breathe some fresh air, and soak up some of what little sunlight remained.
I guess the dogs and Frankie had already gone for a walk, maybe with Tom earlier when I was busy writing. At any rate, for whatever reason, they were very unenthusiastic about a walk. Max went most of the way to the curve with me, but Charly and Frankie wimped out early on. The sky above was full of clouds, a variegated gray, reminding me of the spools of thread Mam-ma used to crochet with (and pull my loose primary teeth with)...spools and spools of variegated colors. My thoughts were just as variegated...drifting to the past and my childhood, to memories of her, to our decision to move here, to the speed of the days we've traveled since then, including this one...
Back at the house, Bruce Springsteen was singing "I'm Going Down" to me through the livingroom speakers. I realized I was home alone, with an inviting wide empty wooden floor, so I just danced. All by myself. It was great.
Now, back to work...
There are shortcuts to happiness and dancing is one of them.
There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a bit of good.