After near 8 hours of sleep and two cups of coffee, I can’t tell if my eyes are open yet. They feel warm and puffy and tired. I guess if you see a lot of typos on this page, you’ll know that my eyes are still closed, or that my typing skills have improved.
I remember making my coffee. I remember not speaking yet. I remember pouring my coffee. I remember sitting in the warm, bright sunshine on my east-facing deck with my eyes closed. I remember moving inside and plopping down here on the couch all slouched over and comfy-like. I have coffee breath and I only move my fingers to type and my body to reach my coffee.
I wanted to have left for work by now. I wanted to be there at 8 a.m., but the sunshine lured me, and Little Guy’s still sleeping. I’m going with it. I’ll go when I’m ready to move.
I’m looking forward to horseback riding this Friday. I was just thinking that I needed a day away, and that will do the trick to revitalize me.
Hey, look! My eyes are open.