This post should have a picture of the view from Amazon towards College Hill on a very bright, very cold, very early morning in February, with a slight cloud running horizontally in front of the hill, maybe one house’s worth of height, and the length of the hill, halfway up. Wispy. I caught that view as I pulled up at Allan Bros on Hilyard to get coffee. I wish I had taken the picture.
It’s about an hour later now, I’m alone in the office on President’s Day Monday, my music is way too loud for normal office consumption. I have a headache. I’m just loving my coffee.
I woke up at 3-something a.m., too alert to sleep, so I went downstairs to break the sludge and sleep on the couch. But the Mac was awake (recording something) and I checked things. M had an email. P sent pictures. I posted three different posts on the blog. Then it was 6 a.m. Still dark. I went upstairs, tried to sleep, did something like sleeping until 7:15. Got up, dressed, scraped the ice off of the car (28 degrees) and off to the office.
It’s great that I’m writing the book. Makes me happy. I meant to sleep, but couldn’t.
Meditation. I’m doing it less. What’s up with that?
