First cup of coffee at my dining room table. The cat gave me a piece of her mind when I walked through the door. She likes to lecture me when I’ve been away, but I have no idea what she said. The tone is clear, however.
Yesterday was weird and displaced, where to settle? But today started out as expected. There is coffee, my dining room table, the computer, dogs to let out, let in, let out—what are you, a cat??—the usual.
But in some ways the routine doesn’t change. Get the coffee, sit down at the computer, work. Today I’m doing editorial work and submitting, preparing (mentally) for my second job to begin tomorrow. Doing the laundry.
All so boring, but not necessarily bad. Tell me something interesting.