So these mornings still drip with hope, or the promise of it: I somehow managed this morning to get up at 0730 in an attempt to begin normalizing my schedule, and on my way to the grocery store was filled with air and hope, probably just that early morning pre-sun air, of sleepiness not yet shaken off, and unmedicated by coffee, when the overcastness can still be mistaken for the early morning, and there is still plenty that can be done that day, somehow. For this I look forward to the new school year, to reclaim mornings...