blackberries, almonds, yogurt and tea. breakfast in the library by the fire. snow is falling past the windows, large and slow. edgar on his bed eating noisily. telulah covering the heat register entirely with her little black body, soaking in the heat. stella staring at me, incredulous that the computer is on my lap instead of her. and i will have a rare day to do as i please. deadlines aren't staring me down yet. my bookshelves call to me on days like this. they are snugly stuffed with books, yes. but there are layers of personal history as well. a biography in the round. dusty little treasures of a life. the bones of the story, balanced around the books. i love digging through those shelves and becoming other parts of myself in a single breath.
today i'll spend a few hours at the studio. and get a few jobs done at home. i'll watch tennis. and take edgar for a walk in the swirling snow. and then there may be time to sit with a book. i predict a lovely day.