Powerful Sun
With warmer temps and full sun, there are noises and they are not waiting to do the “bump in the night.” Ice on the awnings is letting loose.
I spent time in the studio and with one third of the quilt top sewn together . . . it was lights out. I have started on a new book. What better way to get into the storyline than with a cup of coffee.
If I am lucky, I can make it through the entire night without a trip to the bathroom. When I am not lucky, four thirty seems to be the magic time. It is too early to stay up and yet there have been enough good hours of sleep, returning to that can also be difficult. When I do finally drift off, it can well be eight thirty before I am up for the rest of the day . . . whatever is left of it. Dennis does drive home the point that it doesn’t matter. He is right. If we are not expected somewhere at a certain time . . . go with it.
A lifetime of getting to the day at hand as soon as the feet hit the floor, it is difficult to adjust to slacking off a bit. I am still a work in progress. There are some of us that have a stringent work ethic, whether in the work force or retired.
This next week is to be enjoyed as snow piles begin to shrink.