Steak and Eggs

 

It’s not possible for me to be in a bad mood in front of a plate of steak and eggs. It’s either the start of a good day or the meal needed after a good night. Chicken-and-waffles always makes me smile too. (Get this sandwich at the Flying Rhino in Worcester. Trust me.)

I’ve never had a reputation for enduring patience but am guessing that 2020 has even exhausted it for the monks. So, I’m trying to appreciate the little victories and unexpected gifts like 70-degree days in November. Masters’ final round with NFL football today is really cool. But I hope it never happens again. 18 on 11-14 felt great. Hope that happens again. With all this ‘new normal’ practice we are getting I know I’m becoming more aware of the diversions bringing me some peace. Golf. Great Spotify playlists from friends, family, and that remarkable algorithm. (“Green grass and high tides forever.”) My dogs sleeping hard. Comedy - on Twitter, on TV, on that text thread with my buddies. Damn have I needed them and that.

English historian Thomas Fuller gets frequent credit for first saying something like “things seem to get darkest before the dawn.” I have this odd mix of optimism and short-term dread. I think the next 60 days or so aren’t going to have a lot of light. But it’s coming. I hope you get the steak and eggs in the meantime.