First of May

It surprises me how quickly 2009 is zipping by. After four months, it feels as if January was just the other day. At other times, I look at the timestamps on things I've written and projects I've worked on, and even mid-March looks like an eternity ago.

I'm officeless at the moment, so I took the liberty of sleeping in, hitting the library, and setting up shop at one of the local coffeeshops for my annual scone and large house blend.

I'd slept in so late that they were out of scones. I settled for the chocolate chip muffin, and the barista was kind enough to heat it up for me. She remarked that it smelled exactly like a tray of cookies fresh from the oven.

I concur. It was tasty and remarkably unsconish.

It's a little bit fun to hang out in a coffeeshop for awhile. I anticipated this upcoming move with a sense of trepidation. Given my deep-seated nesting instinct and high sense of territorialism, I was expecting this to be a traumatic experience. Quite the contrary: I'm jazzed about moving on and moving up, and I am again reminded that whenever I am too preoccupied with finding the best twigs to fortify my nest is precisely the best time to look around me and see that there are better branches upon which I should be roosting.

I have plans to go into work today. Honest. It's just that I don't have a meeting for another 2 hours and my coffee has just this minute gotten to that perfect drinking temperature. I have not had a lazy Friday in quite a while, and I hope I don't let it go entirely to my head.