Sunny morning

Today is Thursday and the times are moving a little bit faster, despite the fact that I am sitting here at my desk and nothing seems to be moving around me. There is this feeling like things are moving slowly, like molasses. The world is amber like syrup. And I am floating along.

I have things moving around and if I could get some of these clients of mine to pay their bills things would be moving in the right direction. But everybody is in the same boat these days. Nothing will resolve until the tipping point arrives and everyone takes a long, deep breath and moves on.

Cindy is sick today. She was complaining about headaches and body aches but had found out that one of her students was sick with some kind of virus with similar symptoms. We are pretty sure that that is what she has. So she is at home today. With the dog.

I am pretty sure that I am going to Columbus this afternoon. I need to pick up some forms from the courthouse and a copy of a final order in a case. Then I can come back home.

Today and tomorrow are slow days. Although I do have to drive to Milledgeville tomorrow. I foresee some time spent in study and paperwork over the next few days.

I am almost beyond notice of the beauty of the morning. The sun is out. The clouds are floating on the baby blue. The temperature is near perfect. These are the days upon which I stand when people complain about the climate in Georgia. These complaints are usually lodged in Summer when the heat and humidity of the season melt those former Yankees and any former Californians who are used to the Mediterranean climate of Southern California. I usually turn a deaf ear at this point because I know that March and April and May and September and October and November can be absolutely perfect days. Absolutely pastoral. Even the Winter and times in the Summer can be gorgeous, from time to time.

So drink some water. Eat some melons. Wait for peach season. Swim in a lake. Go to the beach.

As Duane Allman said, "Eat a Peach."

And I do know the context of that quote.

I think I'll listen to some Allman Brothers in my car.