Mornings like this one might be the whole point. Steel-cut oats with almonds and apricots already down the hatch, scrubbing out my insides while I read on the couch watching sunlight fall on the glossy, sleepy cats. My book so well-written it makes me want to really write again, my brain under the influence of half-caf coffee I made myself.
The spell is broken (or just altering) -- it's time to do some time on the elliptical machine and try some pomodoros. But I know this is one of those moments I'll look back on and say that was really, really good.
The spell is broken (or just altering) -- it's time to do some time on the elliptical machine and try some pomodoros. But I know this is one of those moments I'll look back on and say that was really, really good.