I made hollandaise from scratch, poached eggs, and sauteed greens and put it all on sourdough toast.
I drank cappucino made lovingly in the oh-so-cluttered kitchen.
I did not do the dishes.
I went back to bed.
I woke up again.
I drew. And wrote.
I am now having cheese, and bread. I am contemplating cracking open a bottle of wine.
Maybe I’ll do the dishes.
I tag this post notAlone as I get friendly waves through the ether.
It is a perfect day.