Today I love being at home and having a somewhat restful start to my day. I love that I slept in, woke up without an alarm, made coffee and then drank it in bed and finally, eventually, got up and made breakfast. I love that breakfast was really good, and that it made me think of other options for other breakfasts. I love that my interest in cooking never fails, it just comes and goes so that sometimes it’s in the back of my mind and sometimes it is all consuming. I love that we live on a not too quiet, quiet street in a not too quiet, quiet town with just enough noise and excitement and just enough peace and tranquility. I love our home and I love our neighborhood and I love that I get to live here. I love that the owensoundhub.org has a pop-up office in the downtown now and I get to hang out in that space when I want to. I love that the office is in the community we try so hard to support with the Hub and I love that this is an opportunity for people to get a physical sense of our virtual news organization. I love that I get to work for the Hub, it’s a funky place to be, even if, up until now, we all worked in our own personal spaces.
Today I love that we are off to check on our wonderful alternative lodging we call the cottage. I love that we are lamenting not getting to spend much time there, that means we know how much we love the place by how much we miss it. I love that we hope to spend more time there soon and that we may actually move there while some of the work is being done on our home over the next few months. I love that for a couple of people who weren’t sure what they wanted in a new kitchen we have really narrowed down what we want in our new kitchen.
Today I love writing while the robot vacuum wanders around and occasionally bumps into my chair to say, “Hey, isn’t this fun working together like this?” and I have to reply, “Yes, Daneel, this is great … you missed a spot over there.” I love that it just shrugs its non-existent shoulders, ignores me and wanders off in a different direction, leaving the dirt I pointed out to be gathered later in some random, oblique pass by that same spot coming from some other unlikely and poorly thought out position.
Today I love drinking coffee that I get myself, because the robot vacuum will not get coffee for me and if it did it would be cold by the time it got it here after wandering all over the place with maddening, purposeful aimlessness.