In the Strangest of Places If You Look at It Right (continued)

As the clock runs out before the new job starts, I do, you know, stuff: bank, post office (where I watched a young woman scrutinizing a little person behind her on line a little blatantly, to my mind), dropping off some donations of clothes and bedding to Goodwill, getting the oil changed in the Honda before subjecting it to a daily commute -

- picking up Jackie at school (she usually takes BART home, but I was available), doing the grocery shopping, surprisingly/pleasantly accompanied by my daughter (and exchanging delighted smiles with a one-year-old in the next check-out aisle).

Sometimes I feel like we should never think about life at all. Just think about days.