What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up this morning? For me, it was how I could see the early morning light gently pierce the blinds leaving a striped pattern on the blanket as I reached for pen and paper. Yesterday I thought of the Hostas, bent over in the back yard, partially covered by dying leaves, still red and yellow but mostly brown. The day before that I awoke in a panic from a dream about arriving at my zoom board meeting without my notes. While I can’t claim to understand what these first thoughts reveal about me – or my subconscious – I do find them fascinating. Two weeks ago, I doubt I’d have been able to remember these details.