My morning...

This morning:

Bob and I got into a silly argument before I dropped him at the T.

I went to vote and was criticized very vocally by the poll workers for using the wrong entrance. Then they couldn't find me on the books despite the fact that I have voted in every municipal and other election of the past several years. Then they found me and again very loudly reprimanded me for failing to send in my city census. Then they announced loudly to the room that I was a registered Democrat.

Stopped into the Danish Pastry House to buy a cup of the chili powder hot cocoa listed on their board, only to be told that they had no cocoa.

Got to my office, sat down, and began to do some work. My co-worker Paula walked into my office, not realizing that anyone was in here, and let out a blood-curdling, ten-or-so-second scream when she saw me seated at my computer.

And it's not even 9am yet.

Six Feet Under comes to a close...

Warning: spoilers...

The last episode of Six Feet Under begins beautifully and unusually with a birth. And ends with the deaths of each central character. Nate's death earlier in the season brings his remaining family the gift of living. I sobbed for the final fifteen minutes, stunned, and thinking about the value of hardship in my own life, and the pleasures I forget to enjoy when I refuse to let go of them. Lessons only, and then we move on...

After a weekend of moving, my thoughts come out a bit jumbled. Need to sleep soon. But will head to this evening's rest aware of the wonder that Bob brings into my life....