If you read my post yesterday, then you are aware of how beautiful my morning coffee is, just sitting on the tray, waiting for me to drink. The picture I posted yesterday was of my coffee ready to drink, meaning it was plunged and waiting to be poured into mugs. At present I am waiting for my coffee to steep. When I am waiting for the coffee to steep, I think, blog. I take wild leaps in my morning thinking. For now, we will refer to what I do as thinking, humour me.

• Why do three (3) teens require ten (10) cups in one day? Mind, most of the day they are at school and cross country practise.
• Is my husband truly losing his hearing or is he just not listening? I think he is not listening when I speak. I wonder, when I speak, do I sound to him like the teacher from the Charlie Brown cartoons?
• Why do teens enjoy re-carpeting their floor with not only discarded clothing from the day, but the clean laundry I lovingly put on their beds that day, thereby contaminating the clean laundry with the sweaty discarded running gear? Guess who washes 3 loads of laundry a day?
• When the cat spits up a hairball, why is it always directly in my path to the bathroom? I have learned to slip on slippers, no matter the hour.
• Surely, my teens are not the only ones to leave bathroom fans on as well as every light, in every room they walk passed or through. Please tell me I am not alone.
• As for me, I truly love books. They bring me comfort and joy. From the feel to the smell. All my senses (except taste-I am not that far gone!) delight me. There have to be other book lover’s out there who feel as I do.

Finally, I have a enough books to build myself a fort to hide inside and read. Just the idea of hiding in a fort reading brings a smile to my face. Nothing could make me happier! I will be posting several book reviews in the next few days, so please check back. For now I smell the allure of my coffee, and am ready to begin my day.