There’s something about the morning that’s just delicious–ripe and full of the heady scent of potential. What am I going to do today? The things I have to do, of course, but also the things I want to do. So often I sacrifice the want for the have, but I myself still made the choice. Chaucer had it right, perhaps: What women want is power.
This morning I had a cup of tea, an apple, conversation, and a cookie for breakfast. And why not? I say. This is as good a breakfast as anyone might have, and few do. And now that the house is quiet but for syncopated clocks and I see that the time is barely grazing half past eight, I think about the hours unwinding themselves before me, and how I might fill them up, or not. Philip Roth’s Everyman will probably be involved, and some friends, and a ferret. Maybe a movie, maybe a restaurant. Some more tea. JuNoWriMo Day 1.
I quite like having a day with nothing scheduled.
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