Been watching some old Rockford Files lately. Its pure pleasure. Sometimes I can flash on the little Lauri I used to be when I last watched these shows. That was before I knew how to worry so much.
Have moved my office at work to an office with windows. One window is at the perfect angle to look out of and space out at. It looks upon a middle school made of lovely brick and big windows and I see kids and parents and teachers walk around in the frame occasionally. Right now bright orange leaves are being blown past the window in a lazy yet determined way with the building as a background to this action. It borders on fascinating.
School Busses Only.