I forgot my shirt early this morning.
A wonderful friend called and said can I drop by for 10 minutes?
She arrived at my door.
She said she had been looking all year since my last (BIG FAT) birthday for just the right thing. And now she has it.
Perhaps you think a deep thinker does not care about pretty things. Perhaps you think that I only care about intangibles like love and hope and creative spirit. Perhaps you think I cannot be swayed by things that sparkle, or smell good or taste good.