Today I love the joy of cardinals as evidenced by their ceaseless singing outside my door. I love that they seem to have as many different calls as I have words on this drowsy, sleepy day. I love that though I did not sleep well last night for the first time in a long time I feel good and capable and ready for this long day of tasks and duties that are on my to do list. I love all the things we got done this weekend, stacking the washer and dryer to make more space in the laundry room, redding up the dining room because company is coming and we wanted to be able to eat there, working on the stuff stored in the guest room because company, running errands and cooking food and keeping our Monday appointments, all done and all good. I love that it will be above freezing again today and tomorrow and supposedly all this week with a proposed high of twelve degrees Celsius on Thursday which is 54°F for those of you who don’t speak Canadian. I love the way the year rolls on, finding its way through the changes of the seasons without paying the least attention to those who like or dislike any particular season, just doing its job, nothing to see here folks, move along.
Today I love that I will get things finished up in the spare room even though I have work to do and by work I mean deeds to perform in the line of gainful employ that require me to sit in my recliner and manipulate data so that words and images are created and stored together in files that can be used by others in their quest to dispense information to those who might be customers or consumers of content. I love how awful that sounds, really cringe worthy, when all it means is I have to write and mock up a couple of ads. I love that there is vacuuming in my immediate future because I love the magic of the vacuum, like power sweeping on carpets with no dustpan.
Today I love oranges and the energy they impart on dull grey days when I’m tired. I love folk music streamed from CBC. I love that I have a radio show to do in the next week and a half and my theme is going to be “hearts” ’cause mine is still going and that’s a good thing.
Today I love drinking coffee on the front porch for a few minutes while I listen to the cardinals and jays and wrens and possibly a robin or two perched high above the shrinking snow, as they sing and squawk and whistle and chirp and call to each other about the coming spring.