The story of the morning ...
5:20 - Climb off of lofted bed and turn off the first alarm.
5:30 - Turn off second alarm from safety of bed and actually get up.
5:30 - 5:45 - Wait for shower to warm up and then clean up for the day.
6:00 - Cook grits while getting dressed.
6:15 - Eat watery, milky grits and realize, "Less water or more grits next time kiddo".
6:30 - Grab the umbrella and head out for the train. Try to remember lines of two unwritten poems - one about mornings, one about seagulls.
6:45 - Join the early-commuter reading group on the T and arrive at site of possible contract work by ... 7:12 - Go upstairs, say hi to the kind employee who drove me to the hospital for stitches months earlier, and see if there really is work today.
7:15 - The answer is no, no work.
Spend the next fifteen minutes catching up with supervisors.
7:30 - Return to safety and warmth of apartment via train. On the way, reflect on the pink/ purple of the sky earlier, the blue of the sky over the Charles, the way the tent near the shipping docks matches the sky but for the blue and purple lights on the tension-ribbing, the well-fed terrier from the walk home, and the humour behind returning and starting the day again from the usual time : 8:00. Go team.
