First Hours

It is 8:30 AM.

• I have said my morning prayers
• done my morning stretching
• greeted four dogs at the door
• serenaded by the summer tanager from the summit of an oak tree: one scarlet among clouds of green, is he the same sojourner from last year?
• drunk one cup of coffee
• eaten two slices of toasts
• read one paragraph of Chesterton (the one on the first man who ever rode a horse)
• interrupted by the urge to blog my peppiness while changing bedsheets
• distracted by thoughts of what sorts of painting I would do today
• had conflicting visions of my wardrobe: should I start buying larger sizes, or lose weight and return to normal? 
• realized that, at this rate of progression of spirit, my day would be a series of regression
• decided to interrupt the interruption and return to changing bed sheets.
• Good Day, all!