Today I love the comfort of home when I’m feeling a bit off or sore or even flat out unwell. I love that I’m only feeling a bit off when two days ago I was fairly certain that I was coming down with something nasty. I love that I feel well enough to take care of the myriad of things I need to get done today. I love that there is no TV show to record today because I need to listen to my radio show and make sure it’s good to go before sending it off to be aired this weekend. I love green walls and blue walls and cheerful paint that is meant to make moods light and not just chosen to accent a room. I love that the car has new snow tires and they don’t seem to be as loud as the old ones were on the bare road. I love that last night I was curling on another team that needed me to fill in and we won four of the eight ends we played, that we were tied going in to the eighth end, and that we lost the game which meant that the other team had to buy us drinks, a perfect result really. I love that tonight I’ll have my own crew out on the ice and that will, of course, be fun, because between the four of us we have about three years of experience.
Today I love the shadow of winter drawing up and over us in the form of dark, damp autumn days. I love knowing that this will be just another beginning to another season and that the surety of its arrival is a guarantee that it will pass. I love how often I think of perfect days that aren’t sunny summer ones, how often I see a dismal rainy day and think, “This is the perfect day to wear my newest favorite sweater, or how often I look out on fresh snow and think how perfect a sheet of blank paper for tiny animals and birds to write the stories of their morning endeavors on with their tracks.
Today I love Friday Afternoon Coffee House and Open Mic at The Bleeding Carrot. I love rushing from music to ice sheets, from guitars and pianos to rocks and brooms. I love Fridays and their ways of ushering me into the weekend at such a rushed pace that I never see it coming ’til it’s here. I love remembering what drinking soda from glass bottles tasted like. I love breathing deeply, even if my lungs whistle a bit.
Today I love drinking coffee in the comfort of my home as I get ready to fold laundry and do a million other things.