There’s something quite beautiful about early mornings, Gentle Reader, when the Mister is asleep, and the dogs are quiet–a rarity, no doubt! They are probably Up To Something!
When I have my coffee sitting next to me, and ideas flowing from my head down to my fingertips. I love early mornings, have since graduate school. I certainly didn’t love them in college. I was much more of a night person then. But something flipped in graduate school and I began to appreciate early mornings. It is the time I feel most awake, and most creative.
It’s a rainy, gloomy day in the Midwest this morning, and we are supposed to get yet. more. snow. later this afternoon. I feel it’s a good day to continue my cleaning binge, and maybe try to write beyond blogging. We’ll see. I still haven’t felt entirely comfortable dipping my toes back in the albeit icy water but I need to. The farther I get away from it, the farther I will have to go.
The Postmodern Bluestocking 