I am sitting in the kitchen, procrastinating, wishing I could think of something brilliant to write so my procrastination will not be in vain.
I have done nothing of consequence today, except wake up and talk to my love. A wonderful way to begin the day, if I actually did begin it.
Sadly, I promptly and accidentally went back to sleep. My good intentions of personal hygiene waited another hour as I drifted off, confronting the petty problem of fixing an awful birthday cake at work.
I often wonder why my dreams are so agonizingly ordinary when I am so full of love and joy.
Perhaps
my waking life
is much more than my dreams now----
I love my man!
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