Waking up, book in hand, dreams of a story unwritten spinning around.
Putting down a fresh bowl of water for the cat, she meows and brushes up for affection. Being a kitty family, the main social skill these days.
Doing the dishes, making coffee on autopilot, seeing the edges of the story in peripheral vision as shoes go on. Moving sprinklers, cutting blackberries back, pulling weeds, mowing the lawn. The sun climbing beyond the clouds.
Sitting down, looking at the bumblebees on the fireweed outside the window, the keyboard calls.
Finally got to the reason for today, a few more words on the page.