It's been a good morning. (Not having a cat frolic across me an hour before the alarm, or the dog decide she desperately needs to pee at 3am, rather helped.) I got up on time. Got the house tidied up. Ate breakfast, walked the dog--she got to frolic briefly with an adorable neighbor dog about her size--and got out to the coffee shop to get some writing and German in before 9am.
I realize my standards for "a good morning" are not dreadfully high, but by god, I'll take them where I can get them.
I realize my standards for "a good morning" are not dreadfully high, but by god, I'll take them where I can get them.