I decided to call today a sandwich day. I had a very enjoyable start to the day. Yesterday we got 5 inches or snow of beautiful snow that fell without much wind and laid across the landscape like a soft blanket. Then overnight it got very cold - it was 9 degrees when I got up. So I bundled up in some of my little used ski gear - a wool baclava and a fleece color - plus my heavy coat and boots, and headed out for the walk to work.
The air was crisp and refreshing, the snow white in the morning sun, just a few clouds in the sky. I passed one person cross country skiing down the street, and enjoyed the unique sound, part crunch, part squeak, of my boots on the snow.
The middle part of the sandwich was not so appealing. My day at work was hectic and I fell into the swamp a bit, feeling pulled in too many directions and unable to bring much to a satisfactory conclusion. In the end, one task is done, and many more remain. Mid-afternoon, I was fully aware that I had lost my positive perspective, but was just able to hang on to the end of the day, never turning things around.
My sandwich day finished off with a positive note, however. I had a band rehearsal, the first time I've played with the group since mid last fall. We're starting to prepare for a gig coming up in a month. We just had a lot of fun.
If the day had been a real sandwich, I would have tossed the inside after the first bite and just enjoyed the good bread on the outside.
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