When I step away from the keyboard this morning, this is how my day will unfold: I’ll shower, get dressed, and be out of the house in half an hour. I’ll stop for my morning mocha at the place a few doors down. I’ll swing by the Krispy Kreme on Ponce to pick up a dozen glazed, and the hot sign will be on. I’ll go to the office, check email, respond to a few and have a meeting with my boss. I’ll go from that to a meeting with a client, toting my Krispy Kremes along as a bribe for his time. I’ll regroup from that and document the results. I’ll check email, and see if anyone has commented on the site, if so, I may or may not respond. I’ll go to a steering committee meeting. I’ll run home at lunch for a sanity break and by the bank if I have time. I’ll go back to the office, attempt to address a few more issues and have another meeting. I’ll leave at 5. I’ll go by the grocery store and pick up the bits I need to make dinner. I’ll bathe (yes, again), cook, and watch shows from the DVR. I’ll wish I’d had time for a manicure, because when I go too long between appointments my nails rip below the flesh line and are too long to type well. I’ll collapse into bed and drift off to sleep after creating a mental to-do list for tomorrow.

This is what I wish today was going to be like: when I step away from the keyboard, I get a phone call that I’ve been nominated for a Nobel Prize based soley on my compassion and the love I have for others and my want to see them happy (some might call this co-dependency or naivety, but they’ll call it brilliance and the hope for the world). The endorsement calls will start coming in because I’m sporty, witty and smart (intermittently and rarely more than one of the three at the same time). With my new fortune, I’ll pay off the debts that belong to me, my family, and my close friends. I’ll open a Soup Kitchen in the hood and call it “Made with Something” where “something” = love as part of an old, inside joke. There will be a shelter for battered women with children attached, and there may or may not be a team of hit men on call. I’ll find and back a presidential candidate that doesn’t make me embarrassed to be American. I’ll open a few small businesses based on ancient ideas to see if they can work…you know…for giggles. I’ll give as much as I can to breast cancer, pancreatic cancer, and brain damage research, as well as local arts and music programs. I’ll travel a bit, buy a small place on a beach and one in the mountains. I’ll sleep a lot. I’ll keep writing.

In the meantime, the moon slowly being lit by the sun, and I need to get in the shower.

Kissy boo!