Just a beautiful day; mid-December and temperatures ten degrees above freezing are a boon if you have to drive a lot and worry a bit about the weather at times. The temperature also acts as a kind of "good will enema." Everyone just kind of walks outside, breathes it in; and upon realizing that the breath doesn't hurt or change they're body temperature, they smile.
Sundays are great as well...drive a couple old ladies to church, take Wheelchair M. to the movies, listen to some "Prairie Home Companion," and call it a day.
The part of the day that was the best, though, was when I saw the first fare I ever had in this town, the east coast fella who's habitating the rehab facility. Saw him driving his bike home from work sporting a Bosox hat and a smile. Taking in the beautiful day, and hopefully new found sobriety.
...and with that, here's to tomorrow. Hope it's as good as today, even though I doubt I will receive a can of Root Beer for a tip, or here Garrison Keillor's voice, or here a mother tell her child when the child questions the door of the church that they're being dropped off at, "Child! Has it really been that long since you've been here?"
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