To be honest, the morning can’t get much better.
It’s warm enough to do without socks.
I’m in comfy leggings, a favourite tshirt, and no bra.
It’s Sunday morning.
My grandkids are having a lazy morning gaming, or playing on iPads.
The house is quiet.
It’s pouring rain.
There’s the smell of Holy Smoke incense faintly from where I have it burning outside under the verandah.
My iPad is fully charged.
I have a cup of chai.
My hair is now long enough to pull back into a ponytail off the nape of my neck.
The light is soft, if a little gloomy.
I have just started a new book.
Perfect
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