If It's Sunday...It Must Be 100 Degrees...

As the fall season slowly makes its way down the east coast, here we stew in 100 plus temperatures. It's the West, where we chose to venture. It's all about choice and we are all on a learning curve of some mysterious plan.

But the triple digit heat. Still. End of September. Which is normal for Tucson. And not so normal for my mental, physical and emotional state. Whatever. We all have baggage, right? Who knew this baggage would include creatures of the night (and day) and hostile sunlight?

So how did we get here--from ecstatic optimism to soul-crushing emptiness over the past couple of years? Well, not exactly soul-crushing, maybe soul-sucking or soul-seeping. So much for my positive thinking. But yet there is still hope for a good life, a good-enough life, a happy life that doesn't center around the temperature and assorted ailments affected by same.

Not complaining, just reporting. Not scowling, just ready for the next thing, where ever that may lead. It's a long-haul episode that will one day turn into some poetry or other, more pie-in-the-sky dream. Hey, if we don't have dreams how will we ever have the dreams come true? (Quick, name the musical that comes from....hint: it's a song and you know it).

Dreams are for the dreamers who can turn dreams into happy, productive lives that soar and climb.

So on this Day of Atonement, I atone for all my trespasses against anyone whose property I trespassed. Emotionally or otherwise.

I wish you all peace, prosperity, good health and happiness. And I'll even include my
self in that equation.

L'Shana Tova and all good things.