First, my "office" on a typical day. It's "to-do" piles, all the way down:
The snow arrived yesterday, with ice in tow: weather only dogs and kids could love. My girl,up at 5:30 AM, was delighted to wake to the sound of shoveling. I, who once shoveled an entire driveway not six weeks after surgery, was hard-pressed to clear the sidewalk. Soon I will be one of those old people the neighbors send their kids over to help. It's true.
I remember my grandmother, weeks before she died, saying "I don't know how I became 80. Inside, I'm still 21." Well, 50's in the review mirror, and I still sing the Mr. Ed theme song. Go figure.