My Perfect Morning

I sleep in late (ie. 8am). As my eyes struggle to stay open I smell the delectable, nay divine, scent of a pot of coffee already made and waiting for me in the pot downstairs. The house is quiet. I stumble down the stairs, already anticipating that first sip of coffee. I open the fridge and my favorite creamer is on the door. I open the cupboard, my favorite mug is clean and waiting for me to pour the hot, brown goodness inside.

Nothing like the first sip in the morning. Especially if you didn't have to make it yourself.

I walk around the corner where I see the Mac is up and running. My favorite blogs/websites are sitting open. Ready for me to peruse and comment. As I click tab after tab, I revel in the warmth of the coffee, the click-click of the keys as I type and the silence that abounds. As it turns out, all of my favorite pages were updated over night. Those bloggers--they sure are an insightful, funny bunch.

I stand up to stretch and notice that my book for book club is sitting, waiting, for me on the side table. And who refilled my mug? Those mischievous little sprites, I'll let you live in my house any day if you continue to keep my cup full and warm. I settle in to read a few chapters. The only sound I hear is that of the paper scrape against my hand as I turn a page. I chuckle out loud. My lady friends sure do know how to pick a good book.

I glance at the clock and realize that it's almost eleven. Technically I would suppose that the morning is almost over. Guess I missed breakfast. Oh well, I guess I'll have to catch brunch. I return up the stairs only to find that all of my clothes have been washed, pressed and put away. Sweet. No rummaging around for something to wear today! I put on something comfortable, put in a pair of earrings and head out the door.

I take a deep breath in and revel in the sunshine. Spring is finally here and the grass is just starting to get green. I hop in the car and head to my favorite brunch spot. Lucky me! My favorite outdoor table was just vacated and I slide in as the busboy is wiping it down. I order my cup of coffee and lounge back into my chair. The people watching in this part of town never fails to captivate me. I place my order and stroll inside to find the newspaper. I glance around the busy room. Aha, I found a stack of papers on a newly empty table and swipe them before the other paper seekers can grab them. I browse the headlines, nothing new, and continue looking for the crossword puzzle. Usually, by this time of the morning, they are already completed or the only answers left are the insanely difficult ones that only the trivia junkies can answer.

Believe or not, the puzzle is still empty.

I dig around in my purse, vainly trying to find a pen to use. That's right, I use a pen for the crosswords. I can't stand to write in pencil. Near the bottom I find one. Whew. I would hate for this puzzle to go to waste. I start at the bottom and work my way up. I can answer about every third clue. Not too bad. As I start to get frustrated, my eggs show up. Saved by the large plate of food; I dig in. I think brunch is the best meal of the day. You're combining two meals, so you feel justified in eating a little bit more, a little bit richer. And, since you haven't eaten all day, you're hungry. Food always tastes better when you're hungry.

Satiated, I drain my coffee cup and check my watch. It's half-passed noon. The morning is officially over. That's a good thing. Any more relaxing and I'd have to crawl back into bed. And I've got things to do today.