I had a little extra time this morning, for a change. Starflower had to wake up early to make it to school on time to leave for a special science field trip. She's been excited about it all week, partly because in one of the sessions she signed up for she gets to dissect a cow knee, and partly because only a few selected "smart" students from fifth and sixth grade get to go on this trip. The Hermit drove her to school, so I had an extra half hour to myself.
I was feeling a little guilt over not keeping up my resolution the last couple of evenings. I had forgotten how I don't get home until after six and then there's dinner to make and all that, and I'm usually pretty exhausted afterwards. I was also feeling a little guilty about not having played my mandolin in a while, which is probably why I had a dream that someone gave me three "extra" mandolins they happened to have lying around. So I tuned up the mando and played for ten or fifteen minutes. It was a nice quiet morning meditation.
That is, until the phone rang. The thirteen year old girl down the road missed the bus, and was wondering if I could give her a ride. Again. That's the second time this week. I suppose I could say no and leave her to face the consequences, but I'm not her mom. I'm beginning to suspect maybe her mom isn't even at home, or if she is, she has picked up some old destructive habits and is sleeping it off. So a ride to school is no big deal.
Time to mobilize the remaining troops. I enjoyed this so much I might keep the alarm set for 5:30 every day.