Careful what you wish for...A fresh PR in the morning is like Christmas Day 1982 for me.
It is like finding a last mysterious present under the tree late on Dec 25 with your name on it and it looks quite big and impressive and shiny.
You see it and ideas of skates or remote control cars or maybe a new ball glove or even the golf clubs may fit in it... but probably not. You never know. So exciting.
You open it and realize that your Aunt dropped off a very large, bright, home-knit sweater and matching mitts earlier in the day and (thankfully) you were out of the house. You are 12. This is not going to be easy but you manage a small smile of thankfulness. It is, after all, the thought that counts.
The day goes a little downhill from there. You feel worse than when you started now that the oxygen has been sucked out of the morning.
That is how the PRs have been lately.
Sometimes having a bowl of cereal and a boring start to the day with some banal thoughts that interesting things may happen is better than the rapid inflation and deflation of hope and imagination.
One day the PR will be worth more than birdcage lining.
Not today it seems.
Unless it was just the first domino.... there is always that hope too.
Here we go again.
Go CRE Go....
HIBL