A hot cup of coffee -- cat cuddled next to me under a blanket -- husband breathing steadily, sleeping in the next room -- bathtub filling with hot water and bubbles as we speak -- blue, sandstorm-less skies begging for a trip to the beach . . . Ordinary life is often the most miraculous and wonderful of all, isn't it?
I know I haven't been writing much lately, and I wish I could say it was because of something big and amazing, like, I'm pregnant! or I just signed a book deal! or I'm working on a gallery show! But no, it's just been a whole lot of ordinary, everyday-type stuff around here. Working, resting, contemplating, etc. Which isn't so bad, you know? Not at all.
Happy weekend, folks. x