the trees are scribbling their lines against the sky. the sun is coming up orange. i've been awake a couple of hours. reading blogs. working on photos. ordering prints. too groggy to make coffee. content to curl in a quilt with the computer propped on my lap. a cat warming my feet. hearing the sounds of the village waking. the furnace beginning it's morning drone. a truck rattling the window as it passes on it's way to work on the house being built around the corner. tom complains when i start my bath too early. my porcelain and iron, clawfoot bathtub that is tucked in a corner of our bedroom is one of my favorite things. i love that it's part of our bedroom, that i can soak in a steamy, oil-scented bath and still be part of the bustle of our little life. (link to an earlier post about my tub with a photo)however, when i would love a bath at 5 a.m. after edgar has dragged me from bed and i might as well have an early start to the day.....the tumble of water is too loud and i just can't do it to my sleeping husband. besides, he'd destroy my bath with his complaining. yes there is a bathtub in the bathroom, but i don't think i've ever had a bath in it. it feels icy and stiff and not at all what i have in mind for my bath.
i'm heading to the studio early. the paper room is luring me...
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