It's cold on the patio this morning but not unbearable. Resting my left foot on the firepit's porcelain facade is the most extreme, and the contrast doing so provides makes it seem less significant. It feels crisp and vibrant to feel the cold. It feels alive. I feel alive. The hummingbird's sporadic presence above me adds to the sensations of "the moment. The bright light of the sun rests just below the roofline of our neighbor's house and will crest any minute. Anticipating the shift in temperature will help with the cold. It has now "surfaced," much to the joy of my right foot. Although I found my accomplishments yesterday less than intended, I hope to gain more ground today. A good chunk of these tasks are spent in R & D, learning and testing things in QuickBooks, or this insanely slow and complicated consolidation of domains and the act of isolating just where an email group for one audience is getting redirected to another. These are the tests of my presences fail. Where yet another angle does not produce the desired results. I am at the point now of almost recklessly pulling plugs. This is proving far from simple and to be much more of a blindfolded triage. Meanwhile, as clouds now obscure the warmth of the sun, glancing to the left of the yard, my eye caught a shape as it appeared to leap from a power line, followed by a thud! Did I really see that? Was that a miss or a "squirrel-icide"? It happened as I looked, so I did not have an opportunity to process anything beyond the movement and sound.
