This is not the day I had planned.  According to my calendar, Hal and Charlie and I (and possibly even Jill), were going birding this morning.  I was going to get in some exercise and some interspecies spying.

It appears the weather did not agree with my plans.  So with a quick email shuffle, it appears I'll be birding on Thursday (when the weather should be more amenable); I got in a nice visit with Dick and Dotty this morning instead of running off with a Golden Doodle and an old friend.  My "old friend" got in some gym time.

And the birds (and I) will likely still be around on Thursday.

Hal emailed me a bit ago and observed how flexibility can be such a boon to our outlook.  None of us are worse off because of the rain.  Indeed, if we'd tried to stick stubbornly to our plans--well, Hal, Charlie and I would have been quite wet...birds would have been hiding...I might have caught a lovely little cold for next chemo week.

Instead, we stayed in and changed our plans to fit the flow of the world.  And I even got a nap.

Now if I could just read a bit more about the stimulus plan, I might have something intelligent to say about it!  Maybe that's what the rainy afternoon is for?

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