It is nice to have someone who can read me better than I can read myself. I have been sitting at the computer this morning, falling asleep. I shake my head and read on. I remember that I had thought yesterday about taking a Sunday Drive today. The major part of the country is blizzard locked, so taking advantage of California climate ought to be a good idea. But, if one is tired?
I called my girl friend and asked if she would like to take a Sunday drive. "If you want to," she said. "You don't sound like you want to go."
Hmm, she is right, I thought I wanted to go, but somehow, pleasant winter weather notwithstanding, I think I'd rather wait. She suggested "We can go another time." Bless her heart. She made it possible for me to read myself.
It is nice to have someone in tune with me, in sync. I am glad to be read.