If only I was as good at talking other people into or out of things, it might come in handy. I am, however, really good at talking myself into and out of things. Like last night, I was tired, too tired I said to myself, to go out for the sunset. Which explains how it is that I only saw the sunset from my neighborhood, since Ozzie talked me into taking him for a walk. I knew it would be a spectacular sky last night, and it was. And I did also notice my neighbor’s update of their ‘campfire’ on the lawn. Their first attempt with a black pot over the ‘fire’ hadn’t held up, but I saw this one as a coffee pot so maybe that’s why I liked it so much.
So this morning I kept telling myself to get on the ball, get yourself moved for God’s sake, don’t go out for the sunrise, even though it was probably going to be pretty. Then I thought about the fact that in a sense it would be the first sunrise of the rest of my life, and that thought got me out the door. Not especially pretty, but I’ll have a lot more sunrises to see since I have no place else to be, and that’s good thing.