There’s a bite in the air today, although the weather is warmer than it was. Something about the end of November makes me long for a warm blanket and a fireplace.

Especially on a Monday, I often wish I could call in sick, lay on the couch all day and devour book after book, looking out the window at a deceptively sunny day.

Or I wish I could wake up, on a beach somewhere, warm and tan without a care in the world as I sun myself.

But I sigh instead, and turn back to my duties. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I ever got my wish for leisure, and tan isn’t in my DNA.

Instead, I dream of the what if while going about my Monday morning have to’s,

and I realize I have all I want right in front of me