"Whatcha got planned for today?" SM asks me as he sits with a cuppa joe at the kitchen table. He's blinking as the morning sun is streaming in through the blinds I've already opened.
Sunshine is a precious commidty to me now that the dark days are here. I let the sun warm up the kitchen every chance I get.
I shrug at his inquiry, saying "Well, nothing set in stone. No big projects planned. Stuff." I say pausing as I move through the kitchen. "I'll find stuff to do."
"Yeah, you're like a shark. Always moving." SM tosses out taking a sip of coffee.
I laugh. "Actually, that's a pretty good observation. I never thought about it before but you're right. I am always moving. Until I'm not. Then I crash."
I'm taking this as a compliment folks. I've never been called a shark before but I suppose there are worse things to be called.