Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I never take it for granted.
I just put in a 12 hour day. Being tax season 'n all. 12 hour days, hell 20 hour days, wouldn't even phase (faze? h'm?) on me until I turned 60.
Now? Well,let me tell you, I'll sleep tonight.
But I never take for granted that I can still perform (and so very much enjoy) this work.
And more particularly, as I'm doing it, I can look out my office window and see the red topped barge with its load of lumber and equipment, heading up the bay on delivery today.
I sometimes want to pinch myself as if this is all a dream. I work here, crunching numbers and writing, bathed in this constant beauty.
I am so very blessed.