have you noticed, i like to write in the morning. early when the house is quiet. or as quiet as it can be. when the sun is thin and the covers are rumpled. the house will be tidy later. and it will smell better too. after i change the litter and wash the floors. but right now i want to hear the tap of computer keys as i make words. it's how i like to start my day.
in the studio, i'm into the meaty part of the quilt i'm making. past the stage that feels like prep and not yet to the part that feels like it's done already. but in the phase that excites me as it begins to breathe and mingle and have a personality.
upstairs, i just heard tom get into the shower. and ezra stumbled down the stairs to see what i was doing. sleepy and warm and smelling of clean sheets, with his eyes squinty and dreamy. but without tom in bed, it wasn't quite so cozy for him. i know how he feels.
so the day has burst upon us. i'll make eggs and see if ezra will sniff around the yard for a few minutes to properly wake up. and get a second pot of coffee on the go!
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