Maureen is wrapped in a blanket on the easy chair in our living room, drinking coffee and reading texts from her halfsister about an axe found in her basement with a Frankenstein monster face painted on the blade. I’m on the couch nearby, drinking coffee and reading and slowly waking up. Or trying to read, anyway, because Murdoc is playing under the blanket where I have made a little tent space for him, which he usually finds irresistible, and I need to keep him from also eating the couch. The coffee is Peet’s Major Dickason’s, roasted one day ago and sent to us UPS and made in our hilariously Rube Goldbergian Capresso coffeemaker that makes the best coffee ever.
Alexander is on his perch in the living room watching Power Puff Girls and making cute toy-animal sounds and imitating sound effects. He loves Power Puff Girls and Dexter’s Lab.
When we are finished with our morning ritual I will catch up on email and check to be sure my Podrunner newsletter has gone out successfully. Then I’ll carve out space on my desk and in my day to work on revising Ferry Cross the Mercy, the next novel I’m turning in. Then I’ll work on my guest post for my agent’s blog.
Right now though I’m basking in the moment. In the realization that I’m happy.
Congratulations. 🙂
Aw, this too shall pass. :”)
Works for me… Nothing better than that quiet Sunday morning at home.