There are periods like these: Sunday? Monday? Does it matter?
All day long, the goal is to get the job finished. (For me: summer work graded and put to rest, fall work organized and ready to deliver.)
pausing for coffee at Sundance, down the hill from the condo
In weeks like these, a good moment comes from looking up and seeing the sunflower in a cup with a bird on it (hello, Ayami in Kyoto)...
...and even more, being among your fellow travelers in life, not only of the occasional sort.
Though let’s not make light of having the occasional sort around as well. A crowded room is a happy room.