I have a lot to do. I pace and reward myself with some lush segments of time to read small chunks of a book that arrived yesterday. God bless the mailman. God bless books. Quietly this line came into my consciousness as the author describes the same line coming into her own: " ...a friend's dashed-off digital line blinks up on my screen. ...She dares me... Could I write a list of a thousand things I love?"
Could you?
