It’s nine o’clock and the radio is playing happy music in the background. The sun is playing with a breeze, creating a monochromatic kaleidoscope on my desk. The dog is snoring on the carpet behind me. In the garden, birds are playing in the spray from the sprinkler.
Enveloped in the delicious sloth of my dressing gown, I Alt-Tab between my daily blog fixes, email and arbitrary work stuff. Wisps of steam from my coffee cup swirl in the sunbeams.
I know it’s going to be a good week.
Until the phone rings and sucks me back to rude reality.
Yes, my mornings are like this until the baby starts crying to get out of her crib.
Reality is, uh, reality.
Nice descriptions. You had me jealous there for a moment.
hmmm yeah, dusty – my mondays are substantially ruder now that i’m back in the ‘world’.
like the descriptive creativity. lots.
@ Michelle – Aren’t those decadent moments just the best?
@ Onion! – Good to see you! Hope all is well your side and you’re not being strangled by the corporate monster. Thanks for the kind words – really means a lot to me.