I can feel it tugging at me today.

Today is the day I go to Charleston for the first time since the blow-up with my sister and nieces. I am going because it is the thing to do. That much I know. I had difficulty sleeping and I have a sinus infection and my eye is swollen and a bunch of other ailments besides the fact that it is blistering hot outside and this is an outside ceremony. I could have found all kinds of excuses but as the old fellow said, "Excuses only satisfy the man who makes them."

So while I am waiting to go down there, I decide to read from Charles Klein again and I light on one story immediately.

A young boy was out flying his kite. The kite went higher and higher until it could no longer be seen. A passerby saw the young boy holding a string and asked what he was doing. The boy replied, "I'm flying a kite." The man was now perplexed for he saw no kite And so he asked, "How do you know the kite is up there?" The boy responded by saying, "I can feel it tugging at me".

I can feel my whole kite tugging at me today.