Walking down St. Peter late Sunday evening....I had just left the hotel after finishing up a 3-11:30PM shift....and I don't normally enjoy working this late at all. I'm a morning person. But, the night had acutally been a busy one and went by quickly making it much more bearable. So, my spirits were high...and instead of walking out in a grumpy daze, I chose to take note of my surroundings. I looked up at the Landmark Center clock and it sparked a fantastic memory of biking downtown to get the coffee on for St. Paul. Biking was always the quickest transportation option and so I usually arrived a little early....I would lock up my bike and sit down on the wall alongside Landmark Park....eat my orange and take in the morning air. Sunday night, my car was parked directly along St. Peter and across the street from the Lawson entrance....right where I used to eat my oranges. I took a peak inside and saw Alan, the same overnight security guard that would be sitting there there when I arrived so early in the moring. I realized. Nothing has changed. Except for Thelma, Anne moving back from Iowa, Paige adopting Verla, Amanda welcoming new life....and I realized. My life is incredible. I am blessed. And I rememberd my old philosophy that I am not defined by my employment status. This re:realization renewed me. (I know....that's a lot of re.s) I got in my car and turned on the current. The perfect song was just beginning....I drove home....hit every green light perfectly. Gas at the holiday station was $2.41/gal. Not a good price, but my perfect numbers. More green lights....and the song ends just as I pull into the driveway. A perfectly orchestrated ride home. I go inside to find Delip (the nearly perfect companion) fallen asleep on the couch trying to wait up for me. My life is good.