consciousness

The doorbell ring that pulled me from my focus on a client's website turned out to be my across-the-street neighbors with a couple of paper plates full of Easter Sunday dinner for a single guy not likely to prepare one for himself.

I was floored, honestly, as I don't expect that kind of neighborly kindness--although I probably should learn to.

The stuffing was still quite warm, so after thanking my culinary benefactors profusely, I set aside the MacBook Pro and set up the TV tray to convert the living room workstation to food-consumption mode and settled in after giving thanks to enjoy.

Reflexively, I turned on the TV to see if there was some palatable viewing to go with the unexpected Easter gift.

There was.