there are days when i don’t remember how i got to work in the morning – i’ll get in my car and drive the two blocks on complete autopilot. (shameful to drive that short a distance, i know, and i’m going to start walking soon since gas has hit $3.50-plus per gallon here, but i had to do an interview today.) then i’ll get out of my car; walk, half-awake, across the street and into my office building; sit down at my desk; and stare at unread e-mail until i finally am able to get a cup of coffee (with silk french vanilla soy creamer and one splenda, please) in my body and start functioning like a normal person.
but today wasn’t one of those days. today i woke up, drove to work (and remembered doing so), got out of my car, came to the crosswalk and, while waiting for a car to pass, took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. there wasn’t a cloud to be seen – all i saw was a perfect azure expanse. and as the sunlight hit my face, i heard the palm trees rustle and swore i could smell the ocean in the distance.
lovely. april, to butcher t.s. eliot’s famous quote, is sometimes not the cruelest month.
ps: the photo above is of me at the beach this weekend, taken by s. (i wear that shirt a lot.)
pps: tonight i’m making heidi swanson’s egg salad so i can have a sunshine-colored sandwich tomorrow for lunch and whipping up a pot of her split-pea soup for dinner tonight. later this week i’ll be trying out her plump pea dumplings. sigh. i think i have a new cooking-blog addiction.
ppps: notice the new banner? that’s courtesy of the lovely-and-talented mel. she will be receiving a large amount of cupcakes and a huge hug next time i see her. check out her scrapbooking-themed blog, color me crafty, if you get a chance!