Watching another colorful sunrise this morning and realizing that it, too, is a blessing of retirement—my classes were early and I arrived at school when it was still dark.

Am thinking that the sunrise is a good metaphor for the newly retired. The journey is not ending but beginning, with all the promise and potential of a new day in West Texas.

Now for that construction update I promised: Painters stained steps for the stairway yesterday; it’s a beautiful, open thing that looks over the family room.

And the cement guy is supposed to set forms for the driveway this morning. Hope last night’s rain won’t delay that.

Oh well, back to that sunrise.