Today, like so many days, was a long day.
It began with me waking up late, again, and slowly, again, getting ready. Joseph had been scheduled for minor surgery for his broken clavicle—due to his severe mountain biking accident in which he also broke two ribs and punctured a lung—early that morning and I needed to pick him up from the hospital and drive him home. (Callaway had been the one to leave the house at 5:30 this morning to take Joseph there.)
I left later than I had anticipated but earlier, I learned, then I had needed to so I drive to a Starbucks for some coffee and breakfast. It was in a part of town I had never been before and the design of the building, which is shared with several boutiques, reminded me of ‘downtown’ Rancho Santa Fe in San Diego. (It was odd to come across and experience.) When I drove to the window to pay for my drink I was delighted to learn that the person ahead of me had paid for my drink so I, happily, paid for the person behind’s order too. (Paying it forward is one of my favorite social interactions and this literal gesture is such an easy way to acknowledge and connect with those around us.) From there, I headed to the hospital.
Monarose 