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Warm, fuzzy socks. Check. Bum-around, comfy clothes. Check. One cup of hot coffee. Check. Laptop. Check.

All set for working from home today. I was going to work from home Wednesday so that I could go to Isaac’s dentist appointment with him. These are the kinds of things from his childhood that I don’t want to miss out on, but often have to because of my full-time job. That is where the work-from-home days we are granted are a gift… so I can experience such things as dentist appointments every once in a while. It’s not that he needs me there. It’s that I want to be there. I want to remember the way he was in all these different settings, and not miss out on them altogether. So I try to time my schedule accordingly. This time, it didn’t work out. But I’m not complaining. It’s Friday, it’s sunny, I’ve already been working for a while and I haven’t even changed for the day… oh, and NO COMMUTE! It’s all good. I’ll make it to his next dentist appointment.


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Back to the grind.
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Monday blues.

Actually, it’s not as bad as all that. I have a pretty great job in a really great place. But I had such a nice weekend that I struggled with leaving the ones I love to return to this shell of metal and glass I dwell in for half of my waking Monday-through-Friday life. Good thing it’s also filled with flesh and blood, and not just papers and wires. Work family becomes your second family (if you’re lucky enough to see your coworkers that way… which I do), and work becomes your second home. Today, I roamed through its walls and staircases for a photo or two (trying not to be seen lest I get questioned about the camera around my neck). I like these particular views (out of second- and third-story windows). They’re not best-foot-forward views. There are definitely prettier spots to photograph on this huge campus. But these views are the ones I see in some of the places I’ve sat, conversing with others or in contemplative solitude… and part of what I’ve come to know as my second home. So they hold a sort of comfort for me.
The prospect of interesting views for daily photos would be numerous if my job was downtown or out on a quaint little farm. But I’m somewhere here in the middle. This is what the middle looks like.


“Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.”
– Martin Luther King, Jr.

His birthday always brings out a great many of his quotes. And today, most I saw were the ones I’d seen so often on this day each year. But I specifically looked for something new and different… something less known. I specifically searched for one about light. This is the one I found, and I thought it perfect for my image for today. While this is just a view of the cafeteria where I work, and the words and image don’t really have much in common, I found it still somehow a fitting image for the quote I’d found… or vice versa. I’ve been chewing on it quite a bit, especially in light of the political climate that has not really settled down at all, and isn’t looking like it will any time soon.



Yes, I live in Chicagoland, and no, this photo was not taken last summer. Those aren’t artificial leaves, either. This is a real, living tree.
One of the perks of working in a large building with glass ceilings and room for trees.
These trees just might keep me from finally, after 45 years of Chicago winters, going winter-time mad.
On days like today, where the temps started below freezing and the sun only shown for about an hour early in the morning (following a stretch of cloudy, gloomy days), I wish I could move my desk out under the grove of six trees I’m standing under here… out in what is known as “the atrium”, under little halogen suns. But I’m stuck in Building B, so I took a picture instead.
Only sixty-six days until spring, in case you too were wondering.


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Salad with a side of Apple. =)

Lunch and work are not exactly what I’d think of to capture as part of this Joy in the Journey. My idea for this space was more along the lines of highlighting more endearing things, like muffins being made in the kitchen or flowers blooming in the yard or smiles upon my son’s face. But I realize, too, that I have enough to eat and the work I need to pay for it. And that alone makes me the kind of rich so many wish for. So I’m grateful and eager to say so. Simply put, I have so much.

Plus… this is my everyday… my ordinary… most days, anyway. This place makes up a large percentage of my journey, at least in this season. So I’ve brought it to light.

And not least, but last, none of the above is meant to diminish just how yummy this salad actually was.

I remain resolute… more salads in 2017.

And color, too!