I saw one lizard, two egrets, ducks, coots, and gulls.
Now, I'm back at the computer thinking I don't like doing my taxes and that is not a proper attitude after such a beautiful reward, and my body is not seeming to respond to the joy of going through tax stuff. What can I say? I don't like taxes, Sam I am, and the date with the accountant approaches on heavy, dark and foreboding feet.
"Just do it," I say, and my body, like a two year old, screams, "No, no, no." I am a baby today, and wearing an unappealing pout, and so, it is.
Perhaps I need a snack, a walnut or two, an apple slice, a piece of pear.
Maybe procrastination can rule just a little bit longer, while I wiggle myself into a more receptive to taxes sort of mood.
Around and around I go, like a dog or cat looking for a place to snooze, and snoozing is not on my agenda today.
Focus, I say. Focus. Close the blinds. Don't look out on the exuberant dance lighting the out-of-doors.