Tuesday, November 8, 2022

Coffee Morning

I’m working through a substantial project with a deadline and the timeline is now blown out because a vendor developed an unexpected and serious medical issue.  I’m having troubles finding a replacement.  This morning, I don’t care.  


It’s Election Day and folks from all parties have been acting stupid about it for months building to a crescendo today.  This morning, I don’t care.  


It’s rainy, windy, and cold outside, thwarting projects I’d like to accomplish.  This morning I don’t care.  


Before any visible or substantial changes have been made, people have been acting like insecure insolent toddlers stomping their feet while saying they are running away by announcing their departure from Twitter because someone bought it and they think it might change.  This morning, I don’t care. (Actually, for this one, I don’t care on any day.)


I didn’t win the two billion dollar lottery.  This morning, I don’t care.  


Time to step back and experience a little throwback percolator coffee making.  


I hope you find peace today, despite the momentary and insignificant distractions in life that we think are important to us.  


(And yes, another would be that I haven’t stayed current with this blog, but I’ll start catching up soon. I suspect that at this point, no one is reading it anyway.)  



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