the kind of day that holds a promise

(yesterday)

this morning i woke slowly.  it is my favorite way to wake.  i drifted in and out.  not even the construction work next door could keep me awake.  at one point, sammy curled himself around my arm and we slept like that for awhile.  maybe a few minutes.  the kind of minutes that seem longer.

this morning i'm waiting for a service technician.  sometime between 8 and 12 he'll arrive.  and, although i'm hoping for sooner, i'm enjoying the blissful quiet of two sleepy cats, my mug of hot chocolate, and the calming lull of my fingers typing my words.  have i mentioned i love typing?  oh, how i love typing...

the past few days have been delightful days.  the kind of days that make you want to call in sick to work, grab your camera and just take pictures of every single solitary thing.  crunchy leaves.  popcorn clouds.  the fire red maple at the end of our street.  i want all of the pictures to look washed out.  full of light and faded colors.  i tell myself i'll make it a priority on the weekend.  and then i won't.

BUT.  i did make chicken pot pie last night.  like from scratch.  there was no marie involved.  and no callendars.  just me and chicken and carrots and peas and puff pastry.  it was glorious.  as glorious as one could hope it to be.  i got the recipe from my favorite food mag, everyday food.  as much of a non-cook as i am, i love flipping through the pages and daydreaming about aprons and measurements and filling the house with the yummiest aromas.  (aromas??  i don't know.)  and so, yes.  the house smelled amazing.  the food tasted amazing.  and i was pretty proud of myself.  it kind of cured what ailed me i suppose, following something from start to finish. having the end product justify the means of getting there.

*it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life...for me...

and i'm feelin.....gooooooooooood...*