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Tis' Monday morning Tra La La Tis' Monday mourning Diddly Dee The week is dawning Tra La La The weekend's left us Diddly Dee Off to see What this week brings me Oh Diddly Diddly Diddly Dee

This morning like any other; rising, moving, engaging in business of the day. The business is delivery of young women to a leadership forum, and then the wait... So, I feed my body and quench caffeine thirst. Just a quick stop, I say to myself. Check in on emails, Sip hot liquid, Nibble at fruit, Check blog. The Din begins. Richmond waking with me. Amazing how a morning morphs from quiet respite to jumbled laughter, food preparations, orders and conversations. Some hurry in and out, off to the days adventures. Others linger, wrapped in tale sharing with a friend, feeding soccer clad youngsters, giggling, squirming energy hardly contained in small vessels. A conga line ebbs and flows in a march from swinging doors to order taking. Jockeying for nesting spots, nibbling at goods, random movement in and about the humming space, paints a picture living and passing into memory. Neural imprints of a colorful cacophony, a decidedly American opus. Part and apart, participant and voyeur straddli