It’s early morning, and I am out of bed, but ‘awake’ in no way describes me. I drape myself over a large cup of coffee, and, another cup later, am still catatonic. A quick (seated) survey of the domestic front confirms that yes; everything is still buried under the detritus of a week of travel, followed by the offspring revisiting the nest. Add a few days of work, and punctuate with little tufts of Persian fur, (probably enough to build another small cat), and I still can’t muster any forward momentum.
So, what does a sane, thinking, woman do?
I know, I know. She makes a list. She prioritizes it. And then she gets going on it! Or…
She makes a cappuccino, grabs a camera, and heads out to the garden!
What a glorious morning! I hope you have a delightful day as well…