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1,000 Marbles  1,000 Marbles (July 20, 2003) This is one of the stories that surface every now and then in the web. When I first received it via email more than a year ago it already made a great impact into how I see weekends. Reading it again last Friday made me take a picture of my own marbles on top of my office table. I did spend my marble well yesterday. I hope you did too. (in case you've read this before, read it again, it'll be worth it...) A Thousand Marbles The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. (click here for the rest.) Bookmark this post on:
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