Mornings

I'm not really sure that I can say that I love mornings. I'm not usually terribly conscious and alert until well after it's a memory in the afternoon: 'oh yeah. I got up, didn't I?'

That being said, there's something about the glow of the sunrise on the horizon, Eos' chariot casting peach shadows across the grey mists and clouds. It's beautiful, that still moment when I can look out over the bay, scullers skittering like waterbugs and trace the mountains or clouds in the faintly fogged windows.

Or later, when the cold morning has hit me through my jacket, and I'm thinking vaguely of finding the lining next time I head home while I pull on my gloves. When I can see my breath on the morning air, and the bus, not my bus, of course, the bus across the water meanders its way along the hill. The freeway is a dull roar overhead, easily dismissed and unimportant next to the aching purity of an autumn morning.

I don't love mornings, but sometimes they sneak up to me and make love to me with their beauty.

Funky test results

The Animal in You test thinks I'm either a Bison, Fox, or maybe a Bear. I'd go with the Fox, really. But I change one answer, and the choices are Baboon, Beaver and Wildcat. And this time, Fox, Horse and Owl.

And again, Fox, Horse and Owl.

So, ( I think I'm a Fox ;) )

Chatty today

I've a week's worth of catching up to do today, and I've got a new journal client for my Mac, so it's just all good.

I think one of the reasons I've been slacking so much on the journal lately is that I've already got people to tell about my day. I'm surrounded by people! Ali arrived late Saturday, and the house is just full of roomie goodness.

I sometimes forget what a social creature I am. I'm being constantly reminded now that I like all these people around me, and the simple pleasure of their presence.

More fun things: I had my first aikido class last night. The night was dark and rainy, so I went ahead and drove, forgetting that with classes in session, I'd still need to pay to get into the campus parking lots. Ur, no.

Skinflint that I am (heh) and with a good dose of foresight, I parked near the B&N in the UVillage, and walked to the IMA for my class.

Aikido? Tea. It was like dancing, except for the kneeling up and down bits. I swear I must have had a smile lurking around the edges of my lips the entire evening. It was just good.

I didn't bubble over until afterwards. A new Eric Flint/David Freer book, the new Mercedes Lackey, the On the Line soundtrack, a blank journal and a present for Lori. This parking near B&N isn't gonna happen too often, I don't think. My bank account can't take it, but for the once, it was nice to reward me for finally getting into the class.