The last few weeks have been like no other. And finally I get to sit down and feel like myself. Not anxious, not tired, not doing three things at once.
A cup of french earl grey tea in front of the heater at six o'clock at night. The first cup of the day, but that's all right. It has been a nothing day of cleaning, and shopping and a walk around the lake with a gypsy friend. Just a normal day - a much missed normal day. And now... no TV, no music, just the soft sound of sauce reducing gently on the stovetop. Bubbling. The dog on his bed, a clean house and a full fridge. These are the good things right now. The tea is soon to be replaced with a gimlet and the silence filled with music. Sometimes I think the craziness is there to make you appreciate the everyday.
A cup of french earl grey tea in front of the heater at six o'clock at night. The first cup of the day, but that's all right. It has been a nothing day of cleaning, and shopping and a walk around the lake with a gypsy friend. Just a normal day - a much missed normal day. And now... no TV, no music, just the soft sound of sauce reducing gently on the stovetop. Bubbling. The dog on his bed, a clean house and a full fridge. These are the good things right now. The tea is soon to be replaced with a gimlet and the silence filled with music. Sometimes I think the craziness is there to make you appreciate the everyday.
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