The Oprah magazine came to the office. Usually, I pick it up from the mail and don't even think about it before setting it in the magazine rack for clients to read. I was waiting for my ride and sat there and flipped through the magazine. It was all fuzzy, and I spent a moment of grieving and also accepting my reality. I realized that I miss sitting and looking through a magazine. I wondered what were Oprah's Favorite Things she was telling us about. What was it that she knew for sure at the end of the magazine. The last season of Oprah is coming to an end -- I rarely see it and my season of reading a magazine (the typical way) has long come to an end. For a moment I grieved, then I picked up Cricket's harness told her forward and we went outside to get in our cab.
Life is good.