wednesday.

morning ritual with sashi and pema.

having food to eat and a choice of clothes to wear to work.

npr's morning edition.

that i fit my bike in the back of the rental car.

bruce, the man on the bicycle, i met crossing the street..."hi. i'm bruce." hand extended. i liked his directness.

that beautiful boy with dreads getting 24 plain, glazed donuts and coffee...and the story tattooed on his face...i told him it was beautiful.

that adorable family walking down the sidewalk...mother, grandmother, and little boy [maybe 7?] little girl [maybe 5?] he was dressed in pressed dress pants, and an olive camouflaged t-shirt. she was dressed in pressed pants, and a pink camouflaged t-shirt. and they were walking hand-in-hand. oof.

cindy offering me some of her dark chocolate.

office humour.

thawing in the hot, summer sun after our meeting in the cold, cold, conference room.

tacos al carbon...and that it always makes me smile and think of lisa now.

that the ladies at the window there were so nice to me...they made me a special guacamole for my vegetarian tacos.

that i live with enough prosperity that i can choose to be vegetarian.

talking on the phone with mum.

that the bike shop had the collapsible pannier baskets in stock.

that i have enough money to have them mounted on my bike.

that i kept looking forward to kombucha all day.

that i still have a rental car for 2 days and that i could leave work a little early to try to finish all of my errands.

tiffin tins!!!

texting with ej - i miss her!

that i got to wander around the hardware store.

that i got all of the parts i think i need for my kitchen project.

that i am always thinking up projects to do.

that both of my grandfathers were tinkerers and that trait reminds me of and connects me to them.

that i found that long-awaited kombucha.

the skyscrapers at dusk as i was driving east that reflected the beautiful pink and purple sunset. that they could see and reveal the sun that was gone to me.

that my days are full and i never get enough time to finish everything i would.

getting stuff done.

that we have had merciful weather.

seitan jerky for dinner.

the memory of last night's fingernail moon.

singing bowls.

how sound alters reality.

that everything has a distinct sound.

the thought that the whole universe is, in its own way, singing.

listening...