Sometimes my mornings spill out like a canister of pick-up sticks. I wake up with a concept of how I will be spending the early hours and then?
Not so much.
For the record, if I were to come back as an animal, it would not be a duck. Sleeping on a cold river is definitely not on my list of "would like to try" life experiences.
Here's what I thought I would get done before 10 am this morning:
- drink coffee
- paint the bookcase
- bring up the Christmas ornaments and decorate the front window
- clear the mantel and decorate with glitter boughs that I found at the farmer's market yesterday
- make two phone calls that were scheduled for today
- get ready for yoga*
Oh, and I took the dogs down to the river for a walkabout, but that was not on my list.
*FYI -- for anyone playing along at home I am 7 for 7 on yoga every day in December. boo-YAH!