Oh, dear . . .

Twice within the last month, chatter trailed behind as I made a hasty retreat from work. Paying it little mind, it followed out the revolving door, through the crosswalk, and down the sidewalk. Only when I turned to hold the door open for the person behind me did I realize I was fully intended to be a part of the conversation.

Sure, we can blame it on stress at work. Heavens, we can blame it on the times; with the advent of cell phones we’ve become accustomed to ignoring the person talking next to us. After all, people don’t just strike up conversations with strangers.

Or do they?

It’s a good reminder: sometimes you need to slow down, reevaluate, and find a way to get back to the sunny side of the street.

Luckily, we’ll be making the final preparations for an extended holiday, this weekend. Then, if I can make it through five more days at the office, I’ll have twenty-three in which to get my act together . . . or at least make a plan.

Do wish me luck.

With that, hello again; and a happy weekend, to you . . .