Of Remembrance...

Today is Remembrance Day.

I hear my daughters saying goodbye as my husband heads off to work. I need to type this quickly and shower so that I can get a load of laundry in before their breakfast. I won't see them again until tomorrow night, and I am all too aware that they are approaching the end of childhood. The next few years will pass too quickly.

I will go to work this morning, and will spend an hour at my desk, finally getting to a data job that I wanted to have finished 2 weeks ago. I will then, resentfully, because I will only be a quarter of the way through that job, descend to a meeting, where it will take an hour for everyone to 'get on the same page', before beginning the hashing and slashing out of the details for a presentation that will itself undergo two or three reworkings over the next while. I will regretfully leave my desk at the end of the day, because I know that I won't have finished what I had started in the morning, but I will need to get home to pack and fly to tomorrow's meeting...and to call my brother, because it is his birthday.

May I not forget what truly matters within the mundane of today.