Whatever my plan for this space, I will dance every non-working day of the coming year. And write what I danced to - oh conscience of mine. Started a bit today, since there is no point in waiting. Can't remember what songs played, though. Funny, that. Words and music do not rest in the same place in my brain. May have to plan a playlist ahead of time. Lovely that I can turn on music in one room, while D works on his compositions in the other. Rather like one can have a light on while the other sleeps. Never a feature of apartments, and my appreciation bubbles over.
Shoveled around the drive, threw down de-icer. Got the full compost tub out, which also involved shoveling. Hit down icicles. Cold, but bracing rather than penetrating.
We lit out to Sugarhouse early-ish, cat treats and a comic book, and a fruitless browse around a catalogue store where I occasionally find treasured bargains, then stopped for lunch at Crown Burger. The latter a local fast-food chain, cheap good burgers and fries, and source of the odd craving - usually on Sunday when they are always closed.
Warmed the house and read, cat much demanding of laps, enjoying sunlight streaming in goldenly.
Planned to post photos, but the camera battery needed charging.
D laid on the sofa for a nap, not too long followed the cat.
"Oh, ho! What's this then? I'll just hop up here. Take a nice leisurely bath."
He's still there, although D has moved on, playing his guitar in the music room.
2 comments:
Lovely scene of domestication - don't think it can get much better than that, Zhoen!
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