I love a quiet morning when I can relax over coffee while J sleeps. It's not often that she sleeps so late, but this is the sickest she's ever been. Poor girlie.
Everything is still. The house is silent. The naked trees outside the big kitchen windows truly appear to be sleeping. Not a cloud moves or bird stirs. Frost sparkles on the grass.
I have what feels like dozens of things to do today - all good, no complaining - but right now it feels so great to just do nothing.
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