It's about 9-10AM and I am just starting to wake up. I can smell coffee brewing in the kitchen from the cool dark of the bedroom. Overhead I can hear rain on the roof and rolling, muted thunder. I can see the faint strobes of lightning flash from the living room windows down the hallway and into our bedroom. It's the end of fall, right on the cusp of winter, and just beginning to get cold outside. I'm snug in the softest sheets imaginable and warm beneath the heavy comforter on the bed, with pillows surrounding and cradling me. It is totally quiet except for the sounds of rain and thunder, and the gurgle from the coffee maker as it finishes its cycle. I stretch and roll around the bed for a moment or two and then step into my softest fleece pants, my long sleeve cotton jersey, and fleece lined slipper socks. Damien is home also and we have absolutely nothing that we have to do on this day.
The only thing that could make this better would be a roaring fire in a fireplace and a couple of pug puppies.