Is it a dream? Religious rock-and-roll music blaring at concert level outside my window and elephants walking to work. Wait a minute—it is India. In Hungary, I would wake to the sound of oats being stirred in the feed buckets for the horses, so what a contrast.
Walking, exercising in the room, and a search for the internet—right back in the groove. If I didn’t have a few pending responsibilities, I feel no loss for the phone, car, or internet. Beautiful day sitting with the shift from yesterday.