The morning light has come upon us. The birds are shrieking like cats out in the cedar trees. My calico is watching them, telling me the jerks and tells of their heads with her eyes. A silent pastime fit for a winter morning bundled within our nest
Morning whiskers claiming my scissors, my pens, every angled surface as her very own, rubbing her chin down along each line and purring loudly. She jerks her head back as a blue jay swoops down into the leaves in the yard. Small quivers happening at her jaw as she wishes to warble but does not want the prey to hear. A tightening of claws on the edge of the seat and back legs start to pump. Tail twitches. The bird takes flight. A shared glance between us, and she resettles to her claim. Calico at sunrise in winter light.
I have an idea for the sunlit attic scene in one of my short stories to think about today - see if I can get it started. I have to schedule something with a contractor for tomorrow - hoping he will call me back. But for the moment it is off to get ready for town and then after church the rest of the day will come as it will.
I am still very glad that the injury from dropping the tile was not bad. In fact, my hands hurt as much from carrying it as my foot does from dropping it. Another thing to be thankful for.
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