I’m up very early this morning. Even for a workday it would be early, but today is a holiday here in Ontario, Victoria Day, and I don’t need to go to work at all. I’m not normally a morning person, but I woke up around 5:30 and after a few minutes of lying in bed, decided to get up and come into the living room and open my windows. So here I am, listening to the sound of birds chirping while squirrels natter away to each other. I’m also thinking that it would be really nice to hear the sound of a horse whinnying as well, but this is unlikely, here in the midst of Scarborough. The morning air is lovely. Toronto seems to be having an early brush with the humidity we normally deal with in July and August but at least right now, it’s a cool breeze seeping inside. Very nice for sipping tea.
The cats are happy with my decision. Generally speaking, this time of day is fairly active for them (if their early morning cat tussles are any indication), and both have spent equal amounts of time sitting on the windowsill, enjoying the addition of sound to the virtual world they watch on a daily basis. I should try to do it more often, I would imagine it adds a little bit of excitement to their otherwise routine lives.
I have of course, not written in awhile. This is due to a few factors; a perceived inability to think of anything interesting to write about, and a bit of self censorship – the things that have been happening are not things I can talk about, at least for now. But this morning I decided that I would just start writing and see what came out of it, and here it is.
I watched the finale of Lost last night, and enjoyed it very much. I actually liked that they didn’t answer a lot of the questions about the island because how could they have done so in a way which would have made everyone happy, and also because life doesn’t always come with answers, sometimes you just have to enjoy it. And appreciate the people who take the journey with you I guess, because what else is there?
And now, a cup of tea and the setting of an agenda for the week beckon.
We’ll see if today’s early morning writing is an anomaly, or the way of the future, in subsequent missives.
