This past week I've been spending my mornings in an odd-for-most-people-but-just-right-for-me way. When DH heads into his bathroom (that's right, we are firm believers in the separate bathrooms make for a healthy marriage thing) to get ready at 5:30am, I brew a pot of coffee, put on a sweater and some thick wool socks, and head out onto the balcony. Yes, pants too - not into flashing the neighbours my girly bits.
I curl up in a chair, wrapped in a home made quilt, and knit. I can usually get a few inches done while DH is getting ready for his day, and still have time to make his lunch and pour his coffee-to-go.
This has got to be the best morning routine I've ever tried, which explains why, after a week, I'm still doing it. Not normally one for mornings (aka sunup is usually when I head to bed), this knitting with the early morning birds thing really appeals to me. This morning I had the extra treat of watching snow fall on two of the peaks across the way, while on my balcony I was cozy and warm in my sweater and quilt nest.
The rest of the day (after kissing DH goodbye and locking him out for the day) is spent doing the usual - dishes, laundry, cleaning up, working on the wedding quilt, grocery shopping, etc. I gotta say, though, that my outlook on the usual daily activities is a lot calmer after waking and having coffee with the birds.
Now, for those of you wondering why in the heck I haven't been blogging more faithfully, especially after having such a great start every morning, here comes the lame excuse. If you are in a good mood, and don't want it squelched, STOP READING HERE. If you are okay with shi##y news and depressing thoughts, keep on reading.
Just over a week ago, DH and I conceived (again). So, as usual, my body has gone into intruder alert mode, and is fighting me on everything. I may be calmly doing dishes and folding laundry, but my innards are in turmoil. I'm cramping, weepy, and exhausted. I'm sleeping at least 16 hours a day. I'm snapping at the cats for no reason. Everything itches. Etc, etc, etc. I figure that by the time July 5th rolls around (earliest I can confirm pregnancy), it will already be done with, leaving me worse the wear, and with nothing to show for it again. Aaargh! Thus, blogging has been low on my list, as I still count blogging and the reading of my fellow webring bloggers as a good and pleasant thing. So, while feeling miserable and depressed (even after my stellar mornings), I don't want to ruin blogging. Okay, enough wallowing - now I'm off to clean up Bean's latest embellishment attempts, and check on the progress of the snow across the way.