Daydreaming

The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. The inmates outside of my office window are mowing the grass, which seems to have grown a foot in the last week. It is the kind of day made for daydreaming.

Unfortunately, there is much work to be done. So the daydreaming has to be confined to the lunch hour.

When I was a kid, it was days like today that I remember staring out the window at school and dreaming about the future. Like most boy crazy girls, those dreams usually revolved around a special boy.

I guess that little girl never really grew up. Today I am still staring out my window, daydreaming about a special boy. I guess some things are never going to change.