Oh, the delicious sense that waking early and being the first one up in the morning elicits in me! Today, for the first time since I was sick in January, it happened. It was 5:45 a.m. when I got up this morning——earlier than I have been waking, but not early enough for my liking. It’s progress, though.
I felt like my old self sitting in the wing chair in my woman cave praying and pondering, sipping tea, and reading while Gerry and Maya still slept. The house feels different, somehow, when you’re the only one moving. The only thing missing is my sweet boy, Murphy, on my lap. I miss that little Yorkie so much.
I was planning on meeting with my writing sisters this morning via Zoom but we decided to cancel this month because many are traveling or have visitors; it’s the Family Day long weekend here in Canada. I’ll print and tuck the piece I laboured over for the Valentine’s Day prompt into the binder where I keep these things. It’s just as well. The prompt didn’t resonate with me at all.
Instead, I’ll read, write, maybe dabble with paint, and spend some time on Story Circle Network business. I spent time yesterday downstairs in my makeshift art studio and created something I’m reasonably happy with. It’s just creative play time which, in my book, is time well spent.
We’re supposed to get snow today and tomorrow and the temperatures are going to take a nosedive after the weekend. Cranky old man winter isn’t ready to move on just yet. I’m itching for the snow to melt in our backyard so I can see what we’re dealing with in terms of garden space, but it will be a while yet. Meanwhile, I am stalking raised beds online and dreaming about what it will be like in this new space this year.
So those are my loose plans for the day. They’re subject to change, as always. The only thing that’s certain is that this day is starting on a high, and earlier, note. And that’s a very good thing in my book.