ADDICT in Postcards 4

That’s me. I’m an addict to my morning rituals. No matter what ever has to be done, I want to do certain things first. A half slice of bread and butter so my stomach likes the immunotherapy drugs. Then all the regular pills, followed by a tall cup of coffee, a book, and the news with sound off. After yogurt, I moved in here to my computer to do the mail and read blogs.

For years I sat in my grandpa’s Morris chair every morning to do all my rituals. Fewer pills in those days. Now G brings up my goodies in a basket….dear George. This morning I was determined to quilt first then come on line second. Somehow my feet drew me into the computer room.

He’s over there across the desk far out in space with his addict friends. I’m not alone in my addictions here.

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Himself: Laundry today.
Myself: Reading a new book as a break from an old series. Quilting.
Reading: Bujold and Moon.
Watching: KPBS: Nature and Best bakers on the Food Channel.
Photo: Mine, living room corner.
Weather: 77F, grey and cloudy now.
Gratitude’s: Few coughs, lots of laughs, got the big crow done.