clock.jpg Today I woke at 6:30 to be on the road at 7:00 to be at work at 8:00. Now I know how my mom used to feel every day when she commuted from Livermore to Redwood City, every day. Okay, that's harder. Anyway, this morning was tough. Thankfully Jon pulled back the curtain to flood our room with sunlight. And he was there to push me out of bed.

This is the longest shift I've worked so far. Luckily the mall doesn't open until 10am, so I had two full hours to work while listening to my Ipod. That might sound boring to some, but recently I find myself with so little time to simply think... in a good way. I mean, I've definitely had those downward spirals of crazy thoughts. But this morning I got into my folding groove... and then my mind was dancing.

italian_hillside.jpg The soundtrack from "Under the Tuscan Sun" helped me dream of warm light, turquoise seas, white sands, Eden, romance... And after I made it through the day, Jon picked me up, and I wobbled on aching feet out to the car. We came home. Home. I think that thought was more beautiful than any I'd had all day. My home.

So here we sit, blogging and coding, side by side. The writer and the programmer, together again. At last. Today I experienced the grind. You know, the one everyone talks about in the songs and movies. But I also experienced peace. Thinking about a romantic adventure in Italy with the man of my dreams might have given me joy. In the end, though, coming home brought peace.