Had a weird moment just now.
I’m looking out at the critters on the deck – numerous doves, starlings, blue jays, cardinals, pine siskins, goldfinches, black capped chickadees, tufted titmouses, even the occasional woodpecker (plus the inevitable gray and red squirrels) – and thinking about how tough their lives must ordinarily be.
And I’m comparing them to me.
For instance, lucky human that I am, here I am inside a temperature-controlled, rain- and snow-proof house. The thermometer outside my office window reads 22 degrees, but the one inside reads 75 (I keep my work area a lot hotter than the rest of the house, because I sit for long periods).
I’m wearing soft, clean, comfortable, fairly new clothes, including nicely form-fitting shoes. I’m freshly showered. I can turn a faucet and have fresh water gush out, at two different useful temperatures. I had gingerbread eggnog French toast this morning, with maple syrup and cinnamon, and with orange juice and coffee served alongside. In fact, I’m so well-fed I’m overweight.
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