dancing while i can
i love president’s day. slept late, ran outside (it’s 60 degrees in nyc, yo). met a friend for coffee, did a coupla things at the office. going to meet another old pal for drinks & dinner. spring is in the air, if only for a day. a nice reminder that no season lasts forever. administrations end. so do bad jobs (and good ones too, unfortunately). babies grow (just look how big my beloved snugglekins is already). people change. everyone dies. we are the dancers and life is the dance. when we’re gone, the dance goes on. while we’re here, we may as well enjoy it.