Hurry Hurry Rush Rush Stop!

February 12, 2009

The alarm didn’t go off this morning and when our secondary alarm finally went off, known as the cat who crawls across our bodies meowing like her tail is on fire, we both bolted out of bed in two directions, bathwater running and breakfast blender swirling before my eyes had a chance to focus. D had a not to be missed or delayed work meeting in 45 minutes. I was scheduled for a session at the gym with my trainer at the same time that was prepaid non-refundable. While D was upstairs making drawer thuds, bath splashes and hurried foot falls I was downstairs making her lunch amid gulps of the precious little coffee I’m drinking these days. With only a few minutes to go before I had to exchange flannel for quick wick a voice mail ring sounded on my cell phone. It was my trainer who had called to cancel my morning appointment.

Ahhhhh. Time slowed down and returned to focus. I called up to D to gloat over my good fortune and she muttered something back that small children and dogs should never hear* and then I sat down with coffee cup in one hand, remote control in the other, and my laptop waking up at a more leisurely pace than anyone else in the house had enjoyed this morning.

A few minutes ago I put D’s lunch in the front seat of her car, opened the garage door for her departure, and stood holding car keys to be exchanged for a kiss with the blur of a woman that flew by and now here I am again in my designated chair, sipping and flipping and clicking away clad in flannel, the fabric of the gods. And just now, to make life all the sweeter a little black kitty boy came and curled up on my lap to lick my arm clean eliminating my need to get up and shower. Ahhh…life is sweet indeed.**

I’ll blog at you later.

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