7 a.m.

When I woke this morning, there was a bright glow surrounding me...the sun! It wasn't just peeking through the blinds, it was washing them. Light dripped everywhere. What a pleasant sight after what seems like weeks of steady rain. I just had to get up...an hour earlier than usual.

A day that starts like that has got to be good, notwithstanding all the punking each of us has endured. But when God does it, it can be fun....not like that time the next door neighbor slid an eviction notice under your front door, or that long lost buddy had the 'irs' call to schedule an audit.

Plus, today I get to bake...something for the school...never a bad deal. And sit in for a client a bit, and write a few letters of my own. And, of course, it's Friday (not that Friday is any different to someone who's always getting the days mixed up), but it always sounds good.

I saw my son off to school this morning. I usually wait till he's gone in the morning before I get up; that way there's less chance of starting the day with a headache. He's 13, and anyone who ever had a 13-year-old or knows a 13-year-old is aware of what a harrowing experience 13 can be. Long hair, bad mouth, pants below ass, lots of grunting. Not pleasant; it can give your morning coffee a last-cup-of-the-day aftertaste.

Anyway, on to email. It's always rather comforting to check it first thing. Like a surprise waiting to happen. It's seldom a surprise and while nothing much happens, it's the anticipation. And that's a good thing.