Thanksgiving

Holidays always bring certain expectations and not enough time for the investment of such emotional withdrawals from that account. But again, the sun outside reminded me that without any respect to the account balance, life continues.

Bees carry on with the day's business of creating the sweet nectar of revenue while the bird of paradise grows into a tree towering over the house. So today, I remember that there were no promissary notes but merely promises for future deposits.