Today I love dawn’s promise of a day of hopeful anticipation. I love that the day is supposed to start out very cold, which it has, and gradually make its way up into a downright mild disposition well above freezing by tomorrow morning. I love that I have no place to go today and I can just keep popping out the front door or sticking my nose out into the back yard to check the day’s progress into mildness. I love that this day’s morning sky to the east was stunning, mottled pick and silvery blue and loudly proclaiming its own arrival as the magnificent thing it actually is. I love when days give gifts like that to the few who are looking at the time. I love morning skies, worth getting up for even when I’m not feeling much like getting up. I love that I have things to do every morning, important things that make the world inside my household go around. I love that I get to slip a few hobby like things in there with the chores and responsibilities. I love that I have been threatening to break out my stained glass equipment and maybe make a couple of small pieces, those are the best kinds of threats, ones with creativity in their characters. I love that I am always planning some kind of new creation. I love that I just got an idea for something that seems a little overboard, and maybe I’ll just let it rest in my mind for a while, I don’t want to over tax myself, or worse yet, peak before my time creatively.
Today I love that I find myself looking forward to tomorrow’s curling so much that I’m afraid I might wish today away, that’s game love. I love that I am worried about that happening and so I’ll be sure to watch myself and enjoy my day to the fullest. I love that I’ve been watching way too much curling on the TV these days and enjoying it more than I probably should, that’s not exercise, even if I do get so into the game that I twist and turn on the couch trying to will the rocks to go in the right direction.
Today I love raisins and cinnamon in my oatmeal a whole lot, so much that I am mentioning that again. I love that there is something very homey about that and I think it has to do with memories of my mother’s rice pudding and her bread pudding. I love that I am pretty sure that I am going to make cinnamon rolls sometime soon and also dinner rolls and maybe raisin bread … we’ll see.
Today I love drinking my coffee at the breakfast nook looking out the window at the eastern sky’s promise of a good day.