
Early morning in the den.
Our early morning routine: Don makes the first cup of coffee (pour over), I open all the blinds, he brings my coffee to me in the den. He retreats to his spot on the loveseat in the living room, I sit in my chair in the den, and we slowly wake up, doing whatever early morning reading we’re into at the moment. An hour or so later, I get up from my chair and make the second cup of coffee for both of us. Since Don came home from NYC, we’ve been taking our second cup outside – either in the Secret Garden or on the porch. We sit and talk and listen to the birds and the bullfrog and the sound of the river across the road. We hatch plans for the day or, lately, for our trip.
Routines are comforting, aren’t they? For many months, we were apart, so our routines included a morning FaceTime call.
It’s September. I can’t say I’m ready, but I’ve been noticing the changes in the light that herald the onset of autumn. It’s most definitely on the horizon.
I mowed a lot yesterday because it was only in the 70s and I wanted to take advantage of the cooler weather. Plus, as I mowed the front lawn, it started to drizzle – very lightly – and I played that game in which I tried to outrun the rain. I had a hat on and the light rain felt good and I managed to finish before the rain got any heavier. Claudia for the win.

I’m going to watch the service for Senator McCain this morning. I want to hear Barack Obama’s eulogy. I listened to Joe Biden speak the other day in Phoenix and I cried. I expect to cry again today.
The end of an era. At least, for now.
Happy Saturday.









