Quiet

I was up early this morning. Being up in a quiet house as morning wakes has a feeling all its own. The fire burns gently, keeping out the chill, and the lights are golden and dim. There is no sound except what I make myself--the rattle of the kettle, the sush of water running, the clink of china as I make my tea. A scratching at the door tells me Charlie the cat wants to come in; she's looking for her morning milk.

I like this time of day, although usually Larry is up as well so the sounds are more numerous. He doesn't notice; he's starting his day and getting busy. When I am alone in the morning, I move softly, trying to make as little disturbance as possible, relishing the peace before the day's onslaught of what must be done.

Being sick is no fun (I have caught some nasty sinus/throat infection) and a restless night of fever coming and going means this will be a slow day. I'll be a good girl and take my meds, drink lots of liquids and be a couch muffin (can't be a potato, I'm too soft!). Maybe if I feel well enough later we'll put the decorations on our tree. Or not. At least I have had this quiet, slow morning; the rest of the day will be better for it.

Day begins to break and Larry is up now. Coffee making commences along with lots of other noises. Conversation enters. The day has begun.

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