Its not often I function at all before coffee...

There's such a great calm in this morning. I'm out of bed a little earlier and everything is quiet. The Yarn Mill must not be very busy today.  No semis blocking the street or forklifts honking and running around. The boys downstairs must be gone for the day. And the traffic on 95 sounds light and distant. I hear the birds a little out there, enjoying this slightly overcast but warm, gorgeous morning.

I haven't even made coffee yet. Or checked my email or facebook. Or turned on the radio. It seems like I am the only person alive right now and its the most beautiful feeling ever. I do love being alone. I love the way the sun comes into my bathroom through the clematis. Bright blues and greens and oranges. The sun pushes through it all and makes it so perfect.

The air coming through the open window is reminiscent of a very early, late summer morning. Though the air is a little chilly. Its almost like there's a hint of fall in the air instead of it being winter air with the hint of spring. And yes, there is a difference and if you don't know that, you don't really pay attention.

There's a layer of dust on the screen of my silly purple tv. I didn't think it had been that long since I rented a movie..... its not awful bad though, I can still see the reflection of my snow penguins in it. I'll be putting them away soon. and my red crocheted winter hat and Scottish wool scarf. Spring is nearly here. I don't want to listen to the radio yet or look on the internet and see that this is a fluke of a day and that the 50 degree days will be back. I'm sure they will, sooner rather than later, but this is too nice to fuck up with reality just yet.

Today will take me on a short trip to my hometown (insert Bruce) to pick up another patch cable for my B3 module. It is closest to my afternoon lessons.  I rarely go there anymore. I have no reason to. Nor any urge to. I always had the idea in my head that growing up and staying in or going back to the place you grew up was a sign of failure. Its ok to visit but not to live. I still actually feel that way a little. Living in the city of those suburbs is only slightly better in my mind. Still not enough success for being as old as my driver's license claims me to be. My idea of success hasn't changed really though I understand what I have done and am doing in my current career path is indeed considered successful. I have done well for myself and get to boast working a 22 hour work week and have enough money to get by. Really though, I spend too much of my time freaking out about money.... its all in which details you choose to tell.

Perhaps its time for that coffee. And maybe some music. I'm not sure what I want to hear right now. Radiohead? Pink Floyd? Foo Fighters maybe? .....

Well, I'm certainly avoiding my morning washing the dishes routine. Coffee first then maybe an early start back "home" and to my day. Uggh, typing that maybe my stomach turn. Coffee first. Eyes closed, Foo Fighters and coffee the rest of the day will happen soon enough.