Midday Rush

It's what I'm in today, this moment. Despite best intentions, the silent prayer before rising, the attempts at perspective. Some days, even gorgeous ones like today, even early in the week, are stretched before they begin.

I knew my day was headed for this when I couldn't open my office door because of all the page proofs stuck beneath it. Knew it when I saw the lines I'd have to cut from several pages. (Strange and old school to be saying this in digital space, where lines don't much matter — though characters do.)

Just barely time now to lift my head, make the list, complete each task as carefully and methodically as I can, then move on.