OMG! He followed me. He never does that.
I am an early riser. I love my crack of dawn time. This is when I stretch, groom the cat, and WRITE.
Not this morning. My husband, who never gets out of bed before 8AM unless he has an appointment (since his work layoff, compliments of Covid19) arose with me at 6:15 AM and is now reading the paper with the overhead lights fully lit. Of course, he insists on reading articles to me and sharing thoughts about today's news.
How dare he infringe pon my quiet time. I really don't need this attention.
Or, do I?
There is a fine line between need and want. I feel that I need a haircut and a manicure, but do I really? Or do I just want whose grooming pleasures? I don't think there is a factual need for tailored hair and pretty fingernails. No one has ever died from a lack of perfected personal appearance. At least I don't think that's ever happened.
In fact, the first thing my husband said to me this morning is that my (bedhead) hair looked lovely. I suppose that was worth his inconvenient presence.
As soon as I finished this blog post and wrote a book review, I kinda missed his company. He retreated to the man cave, leaving me alone in the living room. We'll see each other again when hunger drives him back upstairs.
Never happy, are we?
So, I need to work on a new book, but I want to finish binge-watching my current Netflix series.
Stay well. Stay positive. Stay home.
Lisa, the lady with the cane