February 2024
It’s Wednesday morning. Outside, except for a call of a magpie, it’s quiet.
I pulled out of playing golf early this morning because I hadn’t slept well last night. I’m the type of person who needs to have a good night’s sleep or have things perfect before I can do anything.
A clear mind prepares me for the day ahead. In my 50+ years in this earth, I only finally realise that this type of thinking is a liability and has held me back in being a little more carefree and spontaneous.
Nevertheless mornings are my best time of the day when I can sit, plan and reflect.
This morning I noticed how we all do the same in this household.
While I sipped my morning coffee in my cat mug, I look over and see my husband. He’s taken another sick day. Another one within days.
I worry about him and get annoyed and angry at his employer.
His work is relentless. Long hours, under resourced, over burdened by solving problems that to me, on the outside, seem to never want to be truly resolved (otherwise they would have resourced them) causes headaches and the need to rest and sleep. He is sitting in the quiet after taking an aspirin. I hope he will soon go back to bed and sleep for many more hours. He needs it.
Then I look over to Pud the cat and he too is simply looking out his cat door. What’s he looking at? He’s not moving. Just sitting there looking out this small window. I’m sure all he sees is a part of the gate and the corner of his litter box.
It strikes me that we are all lost deep in thoughts in the morning.
The only thing that will make us jolt out of our quiet state is someone to make the first move to start the day.
I guess that needs to be me as I bang the coffee mug on the table and cause them both to look up.
Time to get the day started.
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