Mmmmm. I flutter my eyes as my nose takes in the delicious aroma. Warm, dark...it weaves its way thoughout the house, rousing me from my sleep in the kindest way - like being cuddled awake. I turn over. Stretch. Sigh. Mmmmm. Feet on the floor, and then I'm stumbling to pour myself a mug. The first sip, and I've forgotten that I was awake only 10 minute earlier to start the pot.
Monday's aren't so bad.
2 comments:
yeah, Sundays are worse......It's all about the anticipation.
I don't mind mondays, my brain equates that day with getting things started or finished... I haven't quite taught kitty to put the filter in and the cawfeee on in order that I wake up to that yummy aroma either, working on it. I share your pain (our collective pain!) about this city and what seems to be a shortage of creative work around (that you get paid a fair wage to do!).
... appreciate reading your bloggy comments & on my flickr thingy as well.
best - Michael
(I don't blog here at blogger but have an account to see other peoples and take note occassionally)
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