The first load of laundry is ready to come out of the washing machine and go into the dryer. Al’s got his cup of coffee (with ice cube) and is curled up in his recliner, under a quilt and—I suspect, because I don’t see her elsewhere—warmed by Samantha, who has had breakfast and outing and is now curled up in her favorite napping spot: Al’s lap. If I’m quiet, I will get downstairs to effect transfer of laundry and back to my own recliner with a hot cuppa. Not sure, this morning, if I am going to stick with tea (Darjeeling) or switch to coffee.
Writing has a settling effect on my mind for the most part. An integral part of my decision-making processes. It was better when the town was smaller and I was well enough to walk for two or three or more hours while talking to myself aloud.
I don’t really think about years, decades past. I’ve always been a “charge forward, live in the present, don’t look back” sort of person. In truth, I remember the books that I’ve read and poems/stories/songs that I’ve written, but not me as doing the reading or writing.
Wishing you warm and cozy, wherever you are, this morning!