It is 8:19, and while I would prefer to still be asleep, we’re planning a visit to Luke, Isabel, and Julien.
The water is on in the shower, and Dennis just stepped into it. Going from a warm, comfortable sleep to the shock of a shower with no coffee and books in between has become a bit much for me. I generally try to avoid it.
My mind is—well—not blank, exactly. It’s muddled. I had a telephoto lens for my Olympus dSLR that found it difficult to focus on a faraway subject (perhaps a pileated woodpecker way up on a tree trunk) unless I patiently dialed it back, focused on a wide ring of the world (the bird and lots of branches), then progressively moved the lens closer and closer to my subject of choice (just the woodpecker). How often had the entire endeavor been for naught because the shot was now gone (bye, bye birdie)?
That’s what my mind feels like.
I’m getting out of bed.