Details

Sometimes life is all about the details. Mine was in letting go of my morning mishaps and moving on with a sense of humor. Humor, when I am physically feeling a bit off, is a reach for me. Sometimes it’s an exploration too.

When I lay on the floor to do my leg lifts….at last, I discovered the barrel chair in the bedroom was growing mold again. Nothing like hot, humid weather to awaken mold spores. Just before leaving, I’d left a note for G telling him that I’d started a load of laundry forgetting that he wasn’t feeling quite sharp either. I’d forgotten to ask if he could put it in the dryer. At work the night before, the boss who doesn’t like me actually tried to be jokingly pleasant. I wasn’t coherent in my reply. In the morning, I managed a light apology, and it was accepted in the spirit it was offered. A good start any old time.

Today the temperature is lower, the humidity is lower, and my sense of humor edges into the sideways. I’ll take that happy state and run with it any old time remembering that living well is in the details even if they are a bit odd