Tuesday Morning

See: The leaves are falling off the maple tree in the front yard. They're beautiful orange and yellow leaves. It looks so pretty right now and I'm going to pretend that it won't be hours of work to rake them up and dispose of them.  

I know it's temporary, but the time change last weekend means that the sun is shining brightly outside as I get started with my day.  It's bright and cheery and makes me wish I could be outside. 

Hear: The fan in the bathroom is whirring, the dog is snoring in her bed, and a car with a loud engine just drove by. A truck from the city just drove by to collect some branches our neighbors had set out and the sound of them mulching the wood caused the dog to get out of bed and look out the window.

Smell: There's a slight whiff of hair product.  Overall, it's just the smell of an old house with a cat and a dog in it. I can smell my tea, apple cinnamon with honey it, next to me.

Taste: Tea, delicious honey-filled tea.

Touch: I have a blanket surrounding me as I work at my computer, so there's fuzzy fleece goodness. My keyboard is cold.  The tea-filled mug is warm to the touch.  

I vow to myself that today I will get work done. I will get work done. I will get work done.