Today’s morning brew is a steamy mug of tea, cupped in cold hands as the rain creeps down the valley and silently begins to fall. I feel a little smug as I managed to drag myself out of bed to get the washing in whilst it was still dry, so we’re winning at the day already and it’s only 8am.
Today is first session of Pilates day, so I’m trying terribly to distract myself by overthinking the traffic situation, the parking situation, the non-fitting-of-leggings situation, the being-social situation, and so and so on. So goes a day in my mind. I much prefer to do ‘things’ in the morning, meaning I can just get up and go and do them with the minimum of overthinking. ‘Things’ in the afternoon and evening tend to cause all sorts of imaginary problems where I just sit and overthink them all day and then end up not going. But the anticipation is always worse. I just need to flip it into excitement, I think. But how, but how?
I just realised I managed to get the washing in when I wrote last week’s morning brew, too. There may be a theme emerging, although which one is cause and which is effect? Either? Neither? I need more caffeine, I think.
How is the morning where you are? I like to imagine different mornings all over the world – different sunrises, different temperatures, different routines. Cities, towns, villages, wild open spaces. Slow or fast, loud or quiet. Is there tea? Have you got the washing in (or out)?
Since September landed, autumn is making itself known, rushing in on the back of the vestiges of summer. The yellowing of leaves is noticeable, fruit is ripening, the blackberries are almost over here. A chill in the air that arrived suddenly last week and never went away. I’ve been autumn cleaning – just clearing out a little, nesting, readying for the hibernation of winter. Making biscuits. Cold weather stuff.
The cat has arrived, soaking wet and very friendly, of course. She says meow and offers you the opportunity of a soggy head scratch.
I’ll leave it there, for today. Another morning brew soon 🙂