Perspective

Yes, I rode to work today.

And . . .

I've had better mornings. For years after the head injury I pretty much kept the same schedule on the weekends as during the week. Actually, I rather dreaded the weekend for the extra challenges it presented.

Now this is changed. I have weekends and this is good news.

I actually look forward to weekends. I enjoy them and I'm very busy, but there is a shadow lucking just beyond this joy. I now have Mondays. I'm not complaining. Mondays are an adjustment for most folks.

This morning my schedule got upset by a missing key. Of course, I found it and still had time for breakfast and made it to work early. Having a head that often has a mind of its own I've learned to build lots of buffer in my schedule. I hope you can imagine how little amused I was to find the door to my work area locked. Me and a growing number of co-workers could only wait for someone to show up with a key. Eventually, we were let in and my work day began. Eventually I even became productive. Oh well.

At afternoon break I walked over to near the Cupples No.7.

The pace is picking up. There is nothing but bad Mondays left for this old building. Ah, perspective.

• 65F/18C and cloudy for the ride to work.
• 76F/24C and overcast for the ride home.