A minor set back or two this morning, and I need a tiny break, a few deep breaths. No boxes will be unpacked today.
1. This is the view from my desk, where I am perching on the edge of the chair, a chair I am sharing with Moisés, who is still adapting to the fact that his world has been completely transformed while he was away. I am perching on the end, because if I scoot further back, said cat will bite my backside. I'll dump him out later, but for now, I am willing to concede a little space.
It is a nice, hidden place to be this morning, even though this is not the permanent location of my desk. But it is a good temporary space, and a good place for settling in. I can see glimmers of cars, of people walking or running by, but I remain hidden. This sun room is a room I will spend much time in. My needlework chair is already here, and there will be a sofa, and hopefully many hours creatively spent with either thread or a good book.
2. Homemade breakfast in my own dining room.
Sometimes things just come together in the most wonderful ways. A couple of eggs and a slice of ham were joined by a tablespoon of gremolata (sans anchovy), a third of an avocado, and a couple of slivered peppadew peppers, all remnants from the previous evening's dinner party,combined to make a delicious breakfast. The added seasoning was the memories of fellowship evoked by those bright and cheerful flavors.
3. Late afternoon light looking in to the sewing room. Yet unpacked but full of promise.