It's a sunny day, and I've woken up earlier than I usually do. Corb had to go to work and the kids are asleep, so I'm laying in bed with the windows open, reading "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court."
What a marvelous feeling. The old bedroom was far too large, and Corb had the shades down most of the time, so I really couldn't get a feel for what it was like outside. It was all cut off, like living in a bubble.
Now, our bed is quite close to the outside window, and the sun in shining and a cool breeze is flowing, and it's really the perfect place to read. I can hear the geese outside, honking away, and the sounds of morning birds chirping. The lady from the second floor, who is quite a nature lover, is planting flowers by a tree. There's a great smell of cinnamon coming from a candle Corb placed by the bed. I have a really fluffy blanket over me, and every time it starts to get warm, I can wiggle my legs around and discover a nice cool spot. Heaven!
And, at least an hour before the kids wake up. Thank God for teenagers.
Now I've read two chapters and written a bit. I feel good about Pictures of You, because I've spent the week working on the latest round of edits, and now have it exactly where I want it, so that's a weight off my shoulders. Now, with the writing and reading done, I can do some quick cleaning and a take a short trip to Dunkin Donuts for a blueberry coffee and this Saturday morning will be perfect.
I could get used to this. Please, sir, can I have more?