Sunday, 2 PM. A third of the day has elapsed.

Sunday, 2 PM. A third of the day has elapsed. I sit in the living room, pondering how I will spend it. The edges of my eyeglasses and of my PDA sparkle with sunlight. My foot presses against the cold grill of the in-floor radiator.

May today be for remembering. Not for enjoying necessarily, nor for planning, nor for doing. But for remembering: childhood and youth, where I've come from, where I've been, who I am, what I love, creed, country, and God.