I’m sitting by the window in my plaid pajamas waiting for the day to begin. I smell coffee and grapefruit, and the sun through the glass is warm on my flannel-sleeved arm.
I slept in today. I got out of bed at 6 o’clock to feed the cats, but then fell back into a deep sleep. I awoke with the sun on my face and my throat feeling raw, and slipped back into sleep again. This happened three or four times before I got up for good around 9. I hope I’m not getting sick.
It’s gorgeous outside. The sky is blue and sun shines yellow on the world. It’s 31℉ now and is supposed to climb to 56℉ today. I’ve got a date with our son to take him driving. I told him I’d wake him around 10 or 10:30. I’m waiting to be able to wake him.
Meanwhile I’m looking out the window at my flower beds, wondering if I can start moving stuff around today while it’s warm. I want to get outside and start executing my garden plans. I want to be able to see in reality what I currently only see in my mind. It’s hard to figure out the next steps until I’m able to see.
While I love the outside garden, my husband likes to fill our indoors with green. He is trying to convince me that our son and I should go to Home Depot to get potting soil for his succulents. I kind of want to pick up some flower bulbs too. This is sounding like a good plan for all of us: our son gets driving practice, my husband gets his cactus soil, and I get garden goodies I can put in the ground this afternoon.
Writing this only killed about 10 minutes, but that’s okay. It’s after 10 now and I can wake my son and get started with the day.