Quest for Joy

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Most days Bill gets up before me. He doesn’t need much sleep and when he wakes up, he GETS UP. I tend to like to linger… more of a slow roll out of bed. Bill always puts on the coffee and brings me a cup and the paper. But, that is not what happened today. (I bet you thought that was going to be my moment of joy, didn't you?) 


Bill didn’t sleep well last night. He was glued to the TV until after 1 a.m. He was deeply upset about the incidents at the Capitol yesterday.  When I found he still wasn’t in bed, I went downstairs to find him standing 12 inches from the TV set in the kitchen. COMPLETELY. WOUND! UP! I tried to coax him back to bed, but he needed to unwind a bit more. 

Consequently, I woke up before him this morning.  Which also meant I put on the coffee and grabbed the paper.

Here's the thing  - that small amount of time when I was puttering in the kitchen, looking out the window, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, smelling that aroma...it was blissful.  Being awake and "alone" in the house is not something I've experienced in the past year.  I felt calm. I felt unencumbered  - nothing had happened yet and the day was clean. I wasn't expected to be on a call for at least another hour and it was a deliciously wonderful feeling. It was only for half an hour but oh, how I appreciated it.  That lovely early morning stillness. I walked through the house in silence. 

Peace and Joy.

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