These early mornings with the windows opened up;  I love the breeze that seems constant through the whole house.  Sip some hot joe, and down a bowl of steel-cut oats.  Check some emails, browse some headlines.

No rush, no need to.

My kitchen faces the east, so the first rays filter through my sun catchers casting celtic knot shadows over the table.

Plenty to do, so I shouldn’t dally too long.

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