The early hours belong to me. Even if I did not sleep well, I am up before dawn most days, about 5. I have no obligations, I roam the house, looking for the most pleasant place to sit or lie, the activity that engages my attention. I make some tea, admiring the color of it in the vintage glass carafe. I enjoy the feel of the white china cup in my hands and the warm beverage in my mouth. I like the play of light falling from the open doorway into the hall. I enjoy the company of the dog, snoring on the rug at my feet. I contemplate slicing a piece of bread to toast, or sneak a cookie I made yesterday. The world is my oyster; anything is possible today, no matter what the reality might be.
Last night, Amelia stayed late at her store, trying to finish up the annual inventory before they open this morning for the new year. Ray and I had broiled shrimp and rice with a nice salad. That's when I baked the cookies I had mixed up earlier: warm chocolate chip cookies with vanilla ice cream, one of life's pleasures.
Ray had worked almost 6 hours at the H&R Block office here, spending some of that time chatting with his new colleagues, one of whom is named Patty. I also worked, from home, for CSN, preparing the reports for the month of December that my boss will need for the meeting next Monday. I "met" my replacement Pam, and she seems competent and agreeable, so I look forward to working with her. I have possibilities of a couple other remote jobs, in Massachusetts, very part time. If I were to find some in-person work here, it would allow me to meet new people. My conflict is my desire to avoid getting sick (and infecting Ray).
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