HOME: First Morning Back

I slept well. I woke up. I put on my robe which was hanging right where I like it to hang on my bathroom door. I went into my kitchen and made my coffee in my coffeemaker, with water from my kitchen taps that is safe safe safe and delicious. I went and sat in my new and improved re-arranged living room. I tried to settle in my classic leather club chair that’s sitting where the TV used to be.

But the internet stuff that used to be under the TV is now kind of behind the chair and that doesn’t actually feel good, to sit in front of all those wires and glowing mystery boxes.

So I moved back to my old cat-scratched, stained big white puffy chair, which is almost as comfy as that old recliner was. I have a table in the bedroom I can put over all that tech stuff and then cover it with a table cloth, and then maybe put some kind of pretty somethings on it. Maybe that’ll be the thing.

It’s nice in here. It’s nice. I think I’ll try that grounding thing where you stand barefoot on the ground and close your eyes and try to soak up something ... grounding. There’s been a lot of motion, a lot of untethered-ness these last couple of months.  Re-tethering is my recipe for joy. Me likey joy.

So today is my chance for that. It’s a day. It’s Saturday. I have coffee, with milk from a fridge that kept it fresh overnight. I have family. I have a comfy chair. I have purpose.  I’m grateful.

Thank you Universe for this day, for this life, for this home. I’m gonna keep going.