I’ve a window seat in the office. For years, I have never looked out of it. I mean really look out of it and stare into the vast row of trees in the far end of sight. Today I did just that. Maybe it is the rain. Maybe it is the shady cloud. Maybe it’s the oncoming trickle of jumbo jets. Or maybe it was the song that has been ringing in my mind for the past 24 hours. Outside seems like a place I want to be, permanently.
I have had too many pieces of biscotti. I enjoy watching it sink, float, absorb and finally sink again in the cup of hot Milo.
I think I have a physical condition. Ill or not, too early and too lazy to find out. But it is really bothering me.