Go outside

A midday call to my sister, only slightly coherent, my brain still whirling from everything I’m reading in an effort to meet deadlines. I mentioned in passing that most of the people I met this week update their websites every day, in the same way I might have mentioned they all flew in from San Francisco or they all liked watching West Wing.[1]

“How weird,” she said.

It hadn’t occurred to me this might be unusual. Perspective is good.

[1] They didn’t all fly in from San Francisco and I don’t know if they enjoy West Wing.