It’s the red eye morning

It’s the red eye morning. It feels like one of those mornings when I’m up before the sun, and as I was standing in the kitchen trying to shovel out some cat food, grind some coffee beans, and boil water, I couldn’t help but notice that the sun was just poking above the horizon, awash in a ruddy glow. It’s the same sun that I usually see when I head out of town, and as fate would have it, I’m getting ready for an airport run. Dallas for a lunch time meeting, and then turn around as fast as possible to get back here. One client once told me that, “Dallas is over dressed and underbred.” Another author suggested that Dallas was like the lobby of a fine hotel, warm and welcoming if you had lots of money, but cold to the dispossessed. I’ll come up with my own analogy soon, but that does set a frightening tone for the day. I wonder if this is what holidays like this are all about.