I got up just after Sheila left for work.  She had put on her new work uniform that finally got to her yesterday.  She complained that it wasn't fitted very well and commented on the competence of the person or process, but hey, it was only a month late, too.  When I got into my office I thought about my office light that did not work before our trip to Bear Lake but has been on ever since.  I had had Jim Murphy tinker with the fixture a few days before we left and when we got back home it was working.  I haven't turned it off since because I fear I won't get it to work again.  But I did turn the heat back on yesterday, and this morning I over rode the thermostat so it would come on and heat up the office.  The season has changed and all I can do is accept it and try to deal with it.  It is down right frosty now in the mornings and at night.  Time is going by so fast that before I know it I'll be writing about our trip to Disneyland with the Rosbach's in the past tense.  I do complain, but I think that I actually like the pace.  Getting used to the idea that I can't ever get everything done in a day, or week is hard, but at least it is the same for all of us.  Seems like I have transitioned into a new state of being:  being older, maybe being wiser, being more focused. being more aware of goodness, and what is ahead for us.