Woke up only slightly reluctantly this morning, all the alarms blaring and the kitty purring. Thought about a blog entry I might write about the night before.
Army Guy calls just a little after 7:00, and I answer the phone saying, “Just ten minutes!”
“Wake up Frances!” he shouts into the phone. Our own little ritual.
I get up.
I get to get up today.
I get to drive to work — I get to have a job to drive to!
I get to have supportive conversations with my coworkers.
I get to see the beautiful puffy clouds.
I get to do some real work.
I get to enjoy springtime in Boston.
I get to be alive.
Garden of Words 