A day can last a long time.  24 hours times 60 minutes equals 1440 minutes.  That's a lot of opportunity to do or be or act or mess up.  And on any given day I do a lot of all of those.  I did something this morning that I haven't done in about 10 days:  shave. Now, I really don't like to shave.  I acknowledge that I need to, but it is such a hassle.  And just as I have never had a perfect day, I have never had a perfect shave.  I have had a few really bad ones that drew blood, but usually they are okay.  But it doesn't take long to be back where I was.  Over this past vacation week end Nicholas (Elder Porter) got kidded some because it took near a week for him to grow a little stubble.  I told him, and I repeat:  enjoy it while you can because it becomes a chore soon enough.  Anyway, I got up early to shave because it can get uncomfortable and it had for me.  I didn't want it to take up good work time so I got up early and still got into the office before 7:30 am.  My day was as busy as I figured, but was made better when I found both Cicily and Shelli had posted several pictures and narratives about our family outing.  I hope that you-all take opportunity to see and read what is there.  It really did keep on giving for me.  There is one thing that seems to come with my age and experience that bothers me.  Seems like the amount of time I can gloat or enjoy something I have done gets shorter and shorter.  I can't seem to pause and appreciate anything for but a very brief second.  The family trip is an exception because it does indeed keep on giving.  But my normal day's work doesn't resonate much at all.  I move on way too fast and look to what ever will come next.  Even now I am thinking about my night's meditation moment and my mornings work.  I guess that is a good thing though.  Living in the past does have a part to play, but it is for me a very quick part.  (Exception being some special family stuff that is always there to be remembered and appreciated.)