A view not unknown if you’ve seen this crazy Christmas card.
A stance not unfamiliar for a winter weekend morning.
A moment of laziness beneath one of the most deliciously soft blankets we’ve had in years.
It’s always the most cozy and comfortable mornings that require us to get out of bed before we are ready. The luxury of sleeping in happens maybe once a week if I’m lucky – there is usually too much to be done, though I find myself wasting time at many other given moments in a day. The mind travels more the older I get. It’s harder to focus, more difficult to stay engaged. Part older age, part decreased attention span, part general malaise and madness. The colorfully eccentric kind-hearted old lady with an edge I’d always fancied myself to be as I entered the latter stages of a lifetime is starting out as a basic, cranky old man devoid of passion or patience.
I dive back under the blankets for a few more minutes of not having to face the world.
