This is what the weekend looked like from my seat at my desk in my writing nook. Looking through the bamboo curtains into the dining room, the Christmas cactus in colorful bloom, the 10:38 am morning light filling the room. How lucky to be safe and cared for and comfortable with no bombs falling and no criminals roaming free or currencies running amok threatening my ability to fill my cupboard and my fridge. Much of it is a privilege of birth. Some of it has been earned. A lot is an accident of geography and the longitude and latitude where I was born.