Lucky 7. It’s lucky if you are getting lucky. Yeah baby, yeah. Welcome to Musing Interruptus. As Valentine’s Day gets pushed into the recesses of our minds and we watch the flowers wilt, and passionate declarations of love subside, the commonplace I love you, uttered to the family dog, whispered back by the coffee maker and hushed by the refrigerator, recolonizes the nooks and crannies of our habitats. Today on Musing Interruptus, Quiet Days, Recovery days.

Some mornings start out softly because softly is all you can muster. Sun rays creep through the window, beckoning your eyes to open and you know at once, we must be gentle today. Was it last night’s dream, which caused a bit more anguish than you bargained for, or pulling the all-nighter to meet a deadline? Maybe it's the accumulation of life’s wear and tear or the feeling that you’ve c ...