No more cheery waves to the cars zooming past our house in the morning when I collect the papers. My high of peace and good will from the Festival of Faith and Writing has long since ended. However, there are a few lasting lessons that seem to be sticking with me. The enduring tidbits.
This morning, not quite done with reunion cuddling, I slipped back into bed after wiping counters, washing the frying pan that produced the eggplant parmesan waiting for me when I arrived home last night, fetching the papers from the curb (and smiling, smiling! at the cars zooming by, which shows how deeply refreshed I am).
