I am shocked at my lack of writing recently, and I notice it. I find, lately, the only time I feel ‘inspired’ or ‘focused’ enough to write is at 6 in the morning after Ben has left our warm bed and it does not look as inviting to get back in alone. It is also at this time that I argue with myself about going back to bed as I have not been tip top shape and sleep is a necessity. Before I finally crawl back into bed, exhausted by my Smeagol like behaviour, I do, however, share this time with Bella who lingers by my side until her chicken pate is safely in her bowl at which time I am released from her mewing and haunting gaze.
Currently I have an excuse to stay awake, when I know I need to be sleeping…the laundry. I tossed it all in the dryer when I first awoke and now must wait out the process of drying and slight cooling. My awakened state is due to the fact I loathe missing the buzzer go on the dryer. I prefer to fold the clothes out of the dryer while they are still warm, fresh and have not fallen back into their previously wrinkled state. I am not one who takes joy in ironing as I always seem to end up ironing in at least one intense crease that seems it can never be undone. For this reason I do not like folding cold laundry. Therefore I am keeping myself awake by sipping ginger ale and finally getting around to releasing a few thoughts into blog land. (Thank you, by the way, to my new subscribers…welcome!)
So I sit patiently, waiting for the obnoxiously loud buzz, and pray I will not first sink deeply into my pillow with Bella warming my toes.
(Oh, and I have already been listening to Christmas music. Am I ashamed? Absolutely not!)