Looking out my Backdoor: My world and welcome to it

My world is all I have to share. My world is ordinary. It is not much of a gift. Since it is all I have to give, I gladly welcome you through my doorway.

Take today. I got up on the “wrong side of bed” so to speak. Instead of getting up when I woke up, I let myself go back to sleep “for just a few minutes.” It’s not like I have a schedule. When I did get out of bed, much later, I felt like I was living in a vat of molasses in January, every movement forced through a fugue state. You ever done that?

Walk dog. Make coffee. Slog through my morning reading, good stuff but with a presentation dry a...