I ate lunch sitting in the sun on my patio today. (Well, it’s really a concrete slab behind the apartment with my container garden, but that’s a patio too.) I didn’t reach any decisions, solve any problems, or make any progress towards goals. Still, the blue sky soared overhead, the sun warmed me, and an occasional bird sang. I watched the little sweat bees hunt for nectar in the marigolds, which are still blooming like crazy.
Labor Day Weekend. This should involve some recreation. Labor Day is a chance to remember our rights as workers, and remember that people before us fought (sometimes literally) to establish and protect those rights. I’m not suggesting feeling entitled; clearly the world has lots of people willing to do our jobs for a little less. Still, Labor Day is a holiday dedicated to workers. I’m glad that I can earn a living and eager to continue doing so… after the weekend! Peace.
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