Morning all,
I’ve been sitting here since about 3:30 this morning. As I get older, getting up early does not require an alarm clock, it requires a glass of water.
Duke is in the driveway, surveying his kingdom. He hates cats, men, and loves to just sit and watch. It’s a blessing that we live on a dead end. Where we used to live, there was so much traffic, I worried. Not so much here.
Today is a day of great cleanup. By that, I mean I have to clean up my desk. The fly lady would be so ashamed of me. Oh well, I’m dressed, but not to the shoes. Screw the fly lady. I have other things on my mind.
It is my morning quiet time. A coffee slushy is next to me, the laptop is fired up, I’ve read my morning meditation, and I’ve knit a few rows on my socks. The heartburn is up there pretty bad, and I’ve already taken medication for it.
Nest on the list, I dug out the book I wrote. It’s recovery 101, or the basics to keep me clean. I’m at the part of the morning where I think about the 24 hours ahead, and consider my plans for the day.
It’s okay to just sit and be, it’s okay to do. I’m going to have some fun today.
Later on, I’m going to be working with a sponsee. I’m also going to work as much as I can on cleanup in the garage. I better get my own homework done for the morning. If I expect a sponsee to do the work, I had better be doing it myself.
That’s all I have for now,
-L
AnonymousKnitter 