Daisy the Pug was up just before 6am this morning, and trotted down the steps to our bedroom. Her new routine. So Gary didn't wake up, I quietly got out of bed, being rewarded by her licking my legs. And, while I didn't get enough sleep (which tends to be the norm), getting to sleep at 1am, I was feeling pretty refreshed anyhow. Melatonin is my friend. I sleep hard when I take that, and it makes all the difference. Good stuff.Anyhow, so glad I continue to tidy the house before going to bed. I'm getting downright compulsive about it. But still, there are series of days sometimes when the housekeeping goes down the drain. I'll leave dishes in the sink, the piles will grow on the flat surfaces and the dust will accumulate. Hate it when that happens, but am always so pleased when it gets back to neat and tidy. Settles my mind. Truly, when the house is dirty, my head gets messed up. When it's straight, I feel content. I'm easy.
So, today is a home day. There's enough food in the house for dinner. Meals are unimaginative, lately, by necessity, but fine nonetheless. That potato soup is finally for tonight's dinner, and I'm glad I have some sour cream to put in it. I mentioned making bread yesterday, but will do that today. Was so preoccupied with the weather yesterday, hearing talk about tornadoes and the like, that I felt a tiny bit rattled. Just rain. There was no need to feel unsettled, as it turns out.
Today will be sunny. Can finally hang out clothes again. Domestic chores are so appealing sometimes. And while a good nap will be necessary later, I'm going to enjoy the morning as it comes.
