Tibault & Toad

a good morning

Mornings are quickly becoming my favorite time of day. Have I said that already? The kids go to bed around 10, and if I pregame their bedtime with a little toothbrushing, I can manage to get my head on the pillow by 10:30 and get a solid nine hours (which I really need) before my alarm at 7:30. If I'm lucky, that means a whole hour before the kids start to join us! This morning was especially quiet since Alan had a meeting and was gone by the time I made my way downstairs. The house was so still. Last night my mind had been burdened and racing with various (silly) anxieties, but this morning, sitting in the cloudy morning light in the kitchen and eating sourdough toast (with plenty of butter) on a bunny plate, they had faded to the background, as I knew they would. I was able to sip tea and have several complete thoughts before going upstairs to wake Indy. I set her up with breakfast before running a bath for myself. For a long time Indy has been taking baths with me, for convenience sake, but recently I've been letting her fly solo so that I have that time to myself again. Don't underestimate how good it feels to run the bath as hot as you want to. And I'm talking three degrees short of poach-an-egg hot. With a cup of tea balanced on the side of the tub! Which no one is going to knock over! Ahh. Much better than convenience sake. I was even able to get fully dressed before I heard Tenny grumpin' out upstairs. A good morning.

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