...with good things.
On weekdays (and, let's face it, most days) Chris gets up earlier than I do. Before I wake up he readies the coffee machine with water, coffee, and my cup so that all I need to do is turn it on when I get out of bed. It's pretty amazing to have it all waiting for me, day after day.
Yesterday I looked at some art while drinking my coffee, and I was especially glad to find this (link) work by Dora Wheeler, picturing Penelope and wrought in silk and embroidery. Perfect blend of form and content.
This morning I couldn't face listening to the news on my way to school so I downloaded a new audiobook: Heap House by Edward Carey. My drive to work is only 10-ish minutes long, but that's enough time to get excited about entering a new world.
The dogtooth violets by the garbage pail are blooming so for the past week I've gotten to see them when I take out the trash each morning. That's an extra boost to a mundane task.
And the pelicans seem to be lingering on the lake longer this year. I saw four of them this morning.
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