The morning is cool. I'm up early. Finished the coffee challenge (a variation of the kitchen challenge - where the kitchen and sometimes the laundry or other cleaning errand - is clean/prepped/done by the time I finish fixing my coffee).
Kettle onto boil. Prep the mug, melita filter, Peet's Major Dickenson, half n half, a spoonful of powered chocolate (Belgium is influencing me), sugar. The stove clicks and then the gas is lit. I take the sponge, I wash the two pots, one knife in the sink. Pick up the empty wine glass on the coffee table. The dog snuggles into the blanket on the sofa. A cool breeze comes in from the open kitchen window. One ear on the kettle, I pop into the laundry nook. Checking on the air-dry items, putting the next load into the dryer. The timer. I push the button. Back in the kitchen, I can hear the kettle gaining energy, but it's still got some time to go. I start a few hand wash items, get them started in the kitchen. The kettle starts making the pre-boil noise. I pull it off and begin decanting my morning liquid. As it seeps through the filter, I run the hand washables through the double rinse. Blot them dry on a towel so they don't drip and hang them in the laundry nook with the other air dryables. Meanwhile the water has turned to coffee. I doctor it with half and half, sugar, stir in the chocolate, a liberal dash of cinnamon. I mentally start making a grocery store list. I've used the last of my coffee. My hands are warm from the hot water, from the coffee cup, moist with the hand washables.
I miss these domestic mornings with the cool breeze of Los Angeles. Possibilities of the day, before heading to my office, my computers, my devices, the internet, the world, the global now.
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