Thursday.

What to write on such a normal day? It’s a thorny problem that sometimes plagues me on the journey to write daily. 

What to do when the inspiration doesn’t move me? 

When I can’t think of anything new or exciting? Go back to the beginning.

It was a good day.

I finished proof reading and caught a few more typos, nothing major. I played around with formatting, and think I’m close to figuring it out.

And of course I went to work, and did my due diligence, 

tried to do a good job, not miss the small details while thinking of a million and one things.

I got flowers at work today, and was filled with happy warmth. 

I should open a new place every week. I love being surrounded by beauty and well wishes. 

I wish I had pictures of all of the glorious bouquets that loving friends and family have donated to us this week. 

It’s been truly touching, and I’m so grateful for each one.

And then I took home delicious Indian food from my new favorite restaurant, and brought it home to memories from my past, friends that were just like I remember.

We talked and ate and caught up. Ten years have passed, but it was just like we’d talked yesterday. 

The weather may have been grey, but an average Thursday became special, 

and kept me warm on a cold and cloudy day.