“With my face to the rising sun, oh-oh Lord have mercy on me.”
The east-facing robin I passed on my walk across campus for coffee this morning should have kept me in check.
I was in excellent spirits, whistling about the rising sun and mercy and such, and things were going well. The coffee was hot. The barista charged me for a small coffee but gave me a medium, and by 9 a.m., I had checked three things off of my to-do list.
In truth, things went well all day long. I got lots accomplished, and I encountered no intractable problems or people.
Even so, somehow, by the time it was time to cook dinner, I had swapped my jersey print dress and navy cardigan for jeans and a purple Outer Banks T-shirt screen-printed with a pirate’s scull and crossbones and bearing a slightly different message about work and attitudes.
“The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves.”
I suppose a rising sun is a good start, but what this exhausted do-gooder needs most is MERCY.
… that, and the setting sun.