I sit at the dining room table. The gold flowered tablecloth is covered with pieces of newspaper, pens, paper, lysol wipes, pills, salt & pepper shakers, loose change, extra glasses, tv remote. . .
I hear the tinkle of the spoon against my favorite coffee mug – my white “Bob Ross, the Joy of Painting Mug”. . .
I sip my coffee. It is just the right temperature, flavored with vanilla creamer. . .
I see it is still dark outside, it’s early. Lights are on in the neighbor’s kitchen- she is a health care worker and is off to work (Thank you, Velma). . .
I hear the background hum of the refrigerator, and now the furnace just clicked on. . .
I notice the chattering in my head, the chores I need/want to get done today. . .
I can barely hear the tap of the keys as I type this out. . .
I love the peace and quiet of early morning. We were a family of early risers growing up, and my sisters and brothers and I still are. We joke and say we inherited Dad’s “milkman genes”.
So let the day begin!