I hit snooze once. Just once. Then I weighed myself, put the kettle on, took the dog out to the back yard, climbed back up the stairs and made myself a cup of the Guatemalan coffee Meredith picked up at Bru Coffeeworks yesterday.
I sipped my coffee while listening to a daily liturgy podcast I found on Spotify this week, produced by a church in Omaha.
Daughter was up, so I stirred myself from my corner chair to prepare Meredith’s and my breakfast, as well as to assemble our lunch salads.
It was a calm, routine, pleasant morning, in which I completely forgot to write a blog post.
Have a nice day!