“Don’t you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?”
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
I wake, late and for the second time this morning, to find a cup of coffee waiting on my bedside table. Can I call six in the morning, late? I can if I’m more prone to wake before five and happy to do so.
Gerry leaves the house early on Thursdays for a men’s meeting but not before he brings me a cup of coffee in bed. Such a blessing.
I had a restless night. My skin is reacting to something and I woke around two this morning with a relentless itch. I rummaged through the drawers in the bathroom vanity looking in vain for some non-drowsy antihistamines. A homemade essential oil concoction I keep on hand for skin irritation eventually soothed it enough so I could rest.
But I end up sleeping late and feel behind before the day even begins. Silly.
We’re photographing corners this month for the Studio 2.O class. An opportunity to be creative and play with interpretation. I hope to play some more with that prompt later today if the light is good.
This morning, writing and photography. This afternoon, out for an appointment (and to get some antihistamines!).
These January days gently carry on.