How I Get Through The Workday

With reading emails like these.

From a friend who just moved to New York:

Hi holler baby. How are you? loving the life and writing the world.

NYC is good, I love it here, but it is tough. This city breathes and the pulse is the universe. It's amazing.

From a good Chicago pal who works in the Loop like I do:

Wow. Today has been special. It's gotten surreal. I’m pretty sure if it keeps up it will create a rift in the space/time continuum. If your reality vibrates this afternoon, look out your window to the southeast. If you happen to see space and time being separated by a vast something beyond human comprehension, I’m sorry and I’ll see you on the other side.

I feel privileged to get emails from friends who can write like this.