Mundane, have your way.

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Of late, this is my life. The mundane. The very mundane. And then the little sparkles of daylight I catch on my way down the mountain and out of the cloud-cover after work.

Things that are not originally mundane get to be so rather fast. Like the telephone calls I get from visitors asking about road conditions every day. Or the vehicle stickers I have to issue incoming employees. Or signing the UPS man's little signer gadget. Jobs that at one time we find exciting become just plain boring. Co-workers we once found entertaining we begin to get annoyed with. The refreshing early rise from bed to greet the day becomes a push the iPhone off the bed to make it stop ringing.

Last night I watched the Finale of The Office and I cried my head off. You just love everybody so much at the end of it. All of Kevin's chubby-faced side glances and garbled sentences. Dwight's dead-pan jokes. Michael's horrible un-intended jokes. Jim and Pam... just... Jim. and. Pam. There are no words.

The very last line Pam says: "There's a lot of beauty in ordinary things... Isn't that the point?"

And after crying little bits all the way through I just let it all out right then. How wonderful that realization is; that there is no separation between the two: the ordinary is beautiful.

These mundane tasks of my life will be looked back on as some of my most treasured.

Don't forget what you learned today, Ellie.