Jenny thought that someone was in the room, padding around, until I explained to her that it was just Sparrow kicking my stomach.

That’s how we get woken up some days.

Sunday is the day of rest.

Half asleep in a couple of minutes after the stomach kicking incident ,though, , my mind swirling a little in the in-between place, I thought of the phrase “a great success in business and life”.

It wasn’t an affirmation….just a random thought.

But then I started to wonder if maybe that’s all it took to keep going….the belief….or the recognition…that you were a success at something?

Something.

Anything.

And then….I thought it was kind of sad that the word business came first before the word life.

That’s kind of sad.

(At this point, I am realizing that I need some coffee. It’s 6:41 and still dark outside….and after being kicked in the stomach repeatedly, I’m a little disoriented.)

I’m back. The water’s cooking for the coffee.

How’d business get to be any measure for how our lives are going, anyway?

Jenny told me that it killed her some to hear me describe myself as a mailman.

That was a nice compliment.

I guess that she wants me to do a children’s book like I’ve talked about for years.

I guess, too, that the mailman description is more for other people than it is for me.

Nobody has the time or patience to listen to me try to describe who I think that I really am.

“Mailman” is a lot more concise.

It’s early on a Sunday….and the water should be boiling, ready to be poured over the grounds in the french press.

My family is sleeping.

I’m a mailman….and a lot more….and, yes, I guess that I am…..

A GREAT SUCCESS IN….AND AT….BUSINESS AND LIFE.

Go, me!