Perspective

The other night I walked back to my hotel from Thirtieth Street Station after taking the kids to the train. It was 10 o'clock, a lively Friday night and it was cold and I'd had a long day at work on not a whole lot of sleep. The walk was lovely. Twenty five blocks flew by.

This morning at seven I put my coat on over my pajamas to walk to the next corner for coffee. I was astounded at how far away it seemed.

As Dr. Bill might say, I'm just sayin'.