Tuesday 200 — one hundred twenty
Grateful for a good night’s sleep despite Garmin’s “poor” admonishment. Again.
What in Cher’s name is a Tuesday 200?
This morning I’m grateful for …
A good night’s sleep despite Garmin’s “poor” admonishment. Again. Like my ex, it’s never satisfied.
My Prince Charming having made a pot of coffee so it’s ready when I get up.
Okay, my husband, who sometimes makes a pot of coffee.
The Krups machine that will “batch brew” Chock full o’Nuts (it’s heavenly coffee).
My hands for measuring the coffee, my feet for carrying me to the sink, my eyes for noticing the floor needs sweeping.
A tiny green light signaling my delicious, piping hot mug of morning is on its way.
The hammering and power tooling of next door’s builders. They’re so early that no worm stands a chance, but renovations raise property values. Capitalism beats sleep any day, right?
My yoga instructor for teaching patience comes from focusing on the breath.
The cough after a deep cleansing breath, meaning my lungs are healing.
Having quit smoking 3 weeks ago. Okay, 3 weeks ago this coming Friday.
This opportunity to count my inhalations until the coffee finishes.
That crumpled pack of Marlboros I haven’t looked at or touched for weeks. Okay, days.
This ice-cold Coke Zero, because Mr. Krups takes too fucking long.
Thanks to your yoga instructor. I will ponder.
Congrats on quitting!! Keep it up!