I am sitting here in silence waiting, and listening.
Thinking about the memorable moments of my day:
A man gave me a nickel when I didn't have anything for the meter.
He said that he was glad that he could start his day off by giving.
I shared a few moments with my Monday morning coffee shop community.
My boss smiled this complicit smile.
Later, a dear colleague e-mailed me to tell me that she appreciates how much I care.
Another wondered why I wasn't bouncing off of walls as usual.
And a Madonna dishwashing dance was done in my name.
Can it get any better? Perhaps. When the phone rings.