When the Day is Young

Graham has been gone all week and he gets back today (note: HOORAY!). I've had a nutso week that has included staying out until way past my bedtime, an attempt at going to jury duty, only to be thwarted by food poisoning (note: BOOOO!), and just having quiet time to myself. I love mornings as it is, but there was something about this morning, with the windows open, and the quiet that reminded me of those days I lived alone. There is a sweetness of solitary mornings when all you have is music, coffee, and a pen and paper. I have plans to have breakfast with a friend and to go about my usual friday of errands and creating various works, but just to have this morning to myself feels wonderful. Good morning, Brooklyn. Good morning to you.