breakfast of champions

today seemed impossible. i put a thousand hurdles in my own way when i woke up at logan airport this morning sick and groggy. my ears wouldn't pop. i hated the guy sitting next to me, just for being there. i hated the way the stewerdess looked at me when i gave up my blanket. it did not seem like i'd be able to get myself in a good mood.

then, a literal turn around and i was able to completely start over.

it was when i craned my neck in time to hear the young eastern-european mother sitting in the row behind me ask her son "alex, did you dream about pancakes again?" that i felt like life wasn't so bad, if bad at all.





we are free to dream of pancakes, over and over and our mothers will never tire of the magnificence of our dreams. what a charmed life we lead!