Nothing but potential

I don’t know if it was the crows that woke me up or the free-floating anxiety about all there is to do today: Pack for the flight; find a Western Union agent so I can pay the electric bill; get supper ready for my family, mother-in-law, sister- and brother-in-law and their four kids; buy souvenirs for the folks back home and so on. Really, the day hasn’t gone all that far yet, because I’m still wrapped up in a blanket, thinking about the to-do list. So in once sense, it’s going splendidly, because all I’ve done is think about things. And while there’s a whole lot to think about, nothing has had the chance — yet — to go wrong.

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