The Most Important Lesson

In my post the other day I mentioned remembering my lessons--live in the moment, be grateful, walk the dogs, hug Ian.

Well, my Xeloda arrived this morning at 10:00am, before I was even ready to take it (must eat breakfast first), heralded by a grrr-ing Hoover, who recognizes the sound of a UPS truck pulling up to disgorge people who will flagrantly invade his territory without his permission. Yes, alas, he hears this sound a lot.

The lesson I had forgotten to mention was this: There is ALWAYS enough time.